After an intentionally long respite with French food, my gastronimcal faith was restored Friday evening after one of the best meals I’ve had in Paris. Before I tell you about it and show you drool-worthy photos, let me preface by saying that the surfeit of mediocre meals I’ve had in French restaurants over time had left me cold. Here’s why:
Gastronomical capital of the world? Not in my book…
I used to be one of those people who romanticized France: French food, French men, French style, you name it. But I quickly learned there was no reason for it. My biggest complaint about French food is the stunning lack of originality and inventiveness. Not to mention the frequency of stale bread that accompanies an otherwise nice meal. I’ve had some of the most interesting meals in the US, land of excessive portions, where unconventional side dishes take my breath away. However, a lot could be done to jazz up the tired-old French menu with a touche of creativity and imagination but instead, the French remain anchored to convention. It may be surprising but the food is rarely as good as you’d expect. With little variation, any given restaurant will have the following menu:
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