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).
Of all of the food you expect to be mind-blowing in Paris, ice cream is probably not particularly high on that list. And yet! Berthillon, my friends. Berthillon. It’s a place that’s famous enough that I had heard about it even before I started preparing for this trip, so obviously a visit was absolutely mandatory.
Never mind what I said about the käsespätzle in Germany being the cheesiest thing I’ve ever eaten — it’s already been superseded by this insane bowl of French onion soup from Au Pied de Cochon in Paris.