January has been busy and when I say busy, I mean it’s been hard to find the time to make myself a proper meal in the evening. But things are beginning to slow down a bit and I had time to stroll, play Paris tourist, and spend some time with Mr. Cheeseland over a piping hot pot of tea and scrambled eggs. Though brunch in Paris is largely a distorted version of the American concept – bread, butter and jam, eggs, possibly smoked salmon, pancakes, fromage blanc and freshly squeezed juice – dining out on a Sunday afternoon seems to make the end of the weekend slightly more bearable.
The sun finally made its appearance this month with her dear friend freezing-cold so wandering too far from home wasn’t in our plan. We are fortunate to live in a neighborhood with a great deal of activity, quality restaurants, top-notch bakeries and independent shops. We’ve tried almost every restaurant worth testing with the exception of few places so we decided to cross another off our list. A hop from metro Parmentier (line 3) sits Sur Un Petit Vélo (on a little bike), a charming and inviting little restaurant with perfect sun exposure…
