Paris the city of love, romance and some pretty spectacular buildings.
In no way did this city disappoint from the moment we arrived it felt as if we were in a postcard, if you’re looking for ‘aesthetically basic’ Paris is it.
J and I spent the day eating macaroons in a park below the Eiffel Tower, people watching the local Parisians and doing the typical hop on and hop off bus tour – we were so offensively foreign! It felt like perfection, I was close to swinging around lamp posts and dancing in the street.
On our way back to our less than glamorous accommodation, we decided to go for a one night only splurge dinner.
We looked through dozens of menus before deciding to spend our savings on a world famous restaurant opposite the Opera House.
Youngest in there by twenty odd years we felt apart of the elite Parisian society, if only for a few hours.
Our night began with a budding friendship J formed with the waiter Jan, we selected frog legs and snails for entrée.
Jan now on a first name basis, became very attached to the young Australian couple in the corner. Seeing the size of J he’s eyes sparkled with delight and he ran off. Weaving through the other dinners are new Parisian friend Jan came over with a one litre beer for my 6 ft 7 boyfriend excited at the idea of seeing someone finish one with ease.
J was more than happy to show Jan the Australian way and take him up on the challenge. J thrilled to be dared took no more than ten minutes to polish off his ridiculous drink. You can imagine my delight with looking like we were attending a German drinking festival…… while at a five star restaurant. Not very aesthetic.
When the frog legs came out my jaw hit the table much like genie in ‘Aladdin’, I couldn’t hide my shock. Would you not expect 8 at most on a plate?
Yeah, me too!! Think again, I was looking at a good 30 frog legs in the dish placed in front of me. I know you’re all dying to know what they tasted like, well think chicken but when you bite it, it springs back at you … gross!! Sorry Vegans that was a bit graphic!
The snails… well they don’t mention how slippery those suckers are hey?
My poor J diving into the cultural experience, jumped at the chance to use the contraption they placed in front of us. A part of me thinks they just give it to tourists for entertainment… I would!
I looked at J and spat out “Dear God J use your hands you’re going to launch it!” and just like a scene out of a movie as soon as the words left my mouth the snail resurrected and flew across the room, after what felt like hours it fell hitting someone’s shoe at the far table. *Cringe* So there was no chance of me eating them after that!
The rest of the meal was smooth sailing, we opted for safer dishes of chicken and fish. To finish our incredible night we shared a beautiful Crème Brielle, now I understand why Zeek in ‘High School Musical’ loved them!
Paris, I hear a way to someone’s heart is through their stomach and you absolutely did that to me!