Paris, FR (besoin d'un sous-forum de voyage)

[VinylGuy]

Been in Paris for a few hours and already dying from embarrassment. We asked a waiter at a wine bar we stopped at for some recs, and according to our airbnb host, they’re not that great. Then we half-jokingly mentioned to our host that we would want French onion soup, she said, “nobody eats that.”

I can’t stop laughing.

Enjoy the city dad!! its a wonderful place.

[dad]

Been in Paris for a few hours and already dying from embarrassment. We asked a waiter at a wine bar we stopped at for some recs, and according to our airbnb host, they’re not that great. Then we half-jokingly mentioned to our host that we would want French onion soup, she said, “nobody eats that.”

I can’t stop laughing.

Enjoy the city dad!! its a wonderful place.

Thanks, VG! It’s lovely so far. Lots of good people watching.

[wease]

Been in Paris for a few hours and already dying from embarrassment. We asked a waiter at a wine bar we stopped at for some recs, and according to our airbnb host, they’re not that great. Then we half-jokingly mentioned to our host that we would want French onion soup, she said, “nobody eats that.”

I can’t stop laughing.

Of course now you have to ask for French toast and French fries.

[Chris_H_2]

I once ate an entire bag of Lays with French onion dip.

[E.H. Ruddock]

dad make sure you pronounce croissant correctly

[Higgs]

Been in Paris for a few hours and already dying from embarrassment. We asked a waiter at a wine bar we stopped at for some recs, and according to our airbnb host, they’re not that great. Then we half-jokingly mentioned to our host that we would want French onion soup, she said, “nobody eats that.”

I can’t stop laughing.

Of course now you have to ask for French toast and French fries.

(I am all about Better Off Dead lately it seems...)

[dad]

here are my Paris food and drink recs. all of these places are in the 3rd arrondissement where we stayed and were recommended by our airbnb host. they were all spot on.

breakfast/coffee
Sain Boulangerie - good selection of pastries, good coffee as well. I'm not a latte drinker, but my wife enjoyed hers here.

Poilâne - the croissants here are superior to Sain. no coffee (I didn't see any), but she does sell juices and kombucha - I didn't try them though.

Du Pain et des Idées - another great place for croissants. the pistachio/chocolate snail, the red fruit snail, and the apple tartlet are all insanely good. get one of each, and eat on them later in the day or into the next.

I.O Café - tiny cafe. it's crazy how little space they operate under, but great coffee. I went into this trip with the mindset that I would have to have espresso, not knowing I could get a pour over coffee. they don't call it pour over in Paris (or Rome). It's either filter coffee, or cafe filtro, or V60. This place called it V60.

I wish we would've popped into other cafe's that looked interesting, but we stuck with what we liked because we were doing something each day and had to get to a tour or a site with little time to spare.

there was another coffee shop we visited that also did a great V60, but in searching my notes from the trip I didn't write down the name of it . All i can remember is they had a lot of books and magazines on the walls. I'll ask my wife if she remembers the place.

Dinner
Bistrot Instinct - this is where we ate dinner the first night in Paris, the one i posted the pics of. quaint place, great vibes, even better staff. I would've loved to have gone here again before we left, but it wasn't in the cards - all booked. HIGHLY recommend this place.

JJ Beaumarchais - this was the 2nd best dinner/meal we had. they do a tasting menu, and you can choose between a 4-course or 6-course menu, and they ask if you have any allergies or preferences (no meat, or just beef), and then they surprise you with the dishes. the 4-course is plenty, but if you're feeling like more, go for it. they did a tartare that was spectacular.

drinks
Le Barav - great neighborhood bar, cheap wine...honestly, most of the wine we had in France was cheaper and better than what we get here. the food was good here as well. good sandwiches and cheese plates. we were practically regulars.

BONUS - if you're going to Versailles, eat at Angelina in the palace. the hot chocolate is worth it alone.

[dad]

Paris is easily my favorite part of our trip. It was the city I was most excited to visit, and it didn't disappoint. We did so much walking...my god, insane amounts of walking...until we decided to try the metro, which wasn't all that bad...except for the last full day we were there, and hopped on a car and a guy was asleep or dead in the corner of the car and he'd clearly shit himself or was a rotting corpse. either way, it was foul.

at one of our dinners (the tasting menu), we met a couple from sweden who told us about a mark rothko exhibit, which we got to see the same day as the rotting guy on the metro. i hope he wasn't dead.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

Paris is easily my favorite part of our trip. It was the city I was most excited to visit, and it didn't disappoint. We did so much walking...my god, insane amounts of walking...until we decided to try the metro, which wasn't all that bad...except for the last full day we were there, and hopped on a car and a guy was asleep or dead in the corner of the car and he'd clearly shit himself or was a rotting corpse. either way, it was foul.

at one of our dinners (the tasting menu), we met a couple from sweden who told us about a mark rothko exhibit, which we got to see the same day as the rotting guy on the metro. i hope he wasn't dead.

fucking hell I just looked and we're going to barely miss that Rothko exhibit

yeah, sorry...that was one where we were like...we have to go. stood in the rain for an hour and a half to get tickets. worth it...we had umbrellas.

[doug rr]

why Rothko home

[dad]

doug.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

happy for you dad

me too...I wish that you would have liked Rome though..I've always liked it there

[dad]

happy for you dad

me too...I wish that you would have liked Rome though..I've always liked it there

thanks guys. I liked Rome. It's just that I liked Paris a little more.

The biggest beef i had with Rome was the public restrooms, which were...pretty fuckin gross. I guess I wouldn't mind as much if they were free.

also, fresh pasta aside...my wife and I aren't big pasta eaters.

[wease]

Glad you had such a good time, dad. Looking forward to our journey even more now.

[Alex]

also, fresh pasta aside...my wife and I aren't big pasta eaters.

[spike]

also, fresh pasta aside...my wife and I aren't big pasta eaters.

I’m just glad the traditional French food didn’t ruin Paris for him.

[dad]

Glad you had such a good time, dad. Looking forward to our journey even more now.

I'm excited for you. I think you'll love it.

[Bammer]

Paris is easily my favorite part of our trip. It was the city I was most excited to visit, and it didn't disappoint. We did so much walking...my god, insane amounts of walking...until we decided to try the metro, which wasn't all that bad...except for the last full day we were there, and hopped on a car and a guy was asleep or dead in the corner of the car and he'd clearly shit himself or was a rotting corpse. either way, it was foul.

at one of our dinners (the tasting menu), we met a couple from sweden who told us about a mark rothko exhibit, which we got to see the same day as the rotting guy on the metro. i hope he wasn't dead.

fucking hell I just looked and we're going to barely miss that Rothko exhibit

I had to google this and … seriously?