Bob and I had our fair share of memorable meals in Paris, but it’s the sweets that really stood out for me. Flaky, buttery pain au chocolat once a day (at least!) for breakfast on the go. We indulged in Berthillon’s famous ice cream a couple of times – once just wasn’t enough (I’m still dreaming about it). Macarons from Ladurée were an absolute must. I’m just glad that New York has a store of their own that I can visit anytime the craving hits. And desserts like profiteroles and crème brûlée to follow every lunch and dinner.
Not too shabby.
Confession: this is slightly off-topic and I’m a little ashamed to admit this, but I broke my fast-food strike and tried McDonald’s out of sheer curiosity! Bob had the steak sandwich, au poivre (naturally) and I had a burger and fries. Verdict: the burgers taste the same, but when it comes to the fries, the U.S. has got Paris beat. Though I can’t say I’m surprised to learn that America does junk food better. Sadly, it’s kind of our thing!