Paris was amazing, but alas, it’s time to move on.
Seeing as how I’m a reasonable person who spent some time in Paris, I ate a lot of croissants. Do you want to hear about them? Every single one? No? Okay, here they are.
It might seem weird to go to Disneyland by yourself, but you know what? It’s the happiest place on Earth. You know what’s weird? Not going to Disneyland by yourself. Yeah, that’s right, I turned it around on you.
They have a really interesting exhibit at the Art Ludique Museum in Paris that’s DC-Comics-themed. There’s a bunch of original art from various DC comics, not to mention costumes from pretty much all of the DC films from the last few decades.
I was trying to go to a bistro called Le Comptoir du Relais; it was completely full (it almost never occurs to me to make reservations, so this actually happens a lot). They do, however, have a small take-out window with sandwiches and pastries. I figured this was a pretty good opportunity to try a ham and butter sandwich, which is supposedly the second most popular sandwich in France.
(The first? Burgers. Everyone loves burgers.)
Holy crap, the Louvre is impressive. I know — that’s kind of like saying “the Beatles are a pretty good band” or “hey, you know Citizen Kane? It’s worth watching!” Everyone knows this already.
The first time I saw L’As du Fallafel on a list of the best places to eat in Paris, my reaction was basically “falafel in Paris?? Get the hell out of here.”
The second time, I was like “did you not hear me? I said get the hell out of here.”
The third and fourth time, I decided to start paying attention.
I’m a tourist. I’m in Paris. So obviously I visited the Eiffel tower. I’m not a maniac.
Le Relais de l’Entrecote is so admirably single-minded about its dedication to steak frites that there’s literally no menu. The only questions from the waitress are what you want to drink, and how you want your steak cooked. That’s it. If you want to eat something other than steak frites? Get the hell out.
Despite the fact that France probably has the best food of anywhere I’ve visited so far, their version of McDonald’s has a surprisingly boring menu. It’s pretty much just the classics (and yes, the Quarter Pounder really is called the Royale with Cheese, so it’s got that going for it at least).