It's Been a While...

...Since I wrote anything.

Kim left this morning (yesterday morning?) at 9:20, so we were out of the hotel at 5:30 AM. The RER was uneventful and the airport was empty, so we had time to "enjoy" the greasiest quiche lorraine either of us had ever eaten before she headed off to her gate.

It was a fun two weeks. Upon arrival, Kim fell in love with the Greek sandwich. And she fell hard. I think we had six in two weeks. That's a lot of greasy meat.

We decided on a favorite: The pita at "Maison de Gyros" in St. Michel hits all the right notes: the spicing on the juicy meetz is delicious, the tzatziki is thick and rich and legit, the salad and tomatoes are generally crisp, and the fries are hotter and more satisfying that the fries of the competitors - although the last pita we ate was quite a bit saltier than usual. The "restaurant" is also comfortingly filthy. There's salt all over the floors so that you don't slip in grease, the upstairs seating area hasn't been cleaned in...ever...and on Thursday we were accompanied by a stray cat AND a deformed pigeon as we ate.

Kim didn't want to see most of the touristy schtick - of course, you end up seeing most of it anyway - just the Eiffel tower and the Sacre Coeur, which were both duly admired - as were the Arenes de Lutece, where we ate - believe it or not - a Greek Sandwich. We spent most of our time rambling about and eating. I forget how much Kim eats; it's terrifying, especially given she's 5'6" and 113. I ate more in the last two weeks than I did the first month I was here, easy. It was good, actually - I never eat anything more gourmet than a panini; so hanging out with Kim was an excuse to eat food that I actually wanted. She discovered the joys of the pre-dinner kir, the three-course meal, and the Confit de Canard - I think she was more upset to leave the Foie Gras than she was to be leaving me.

The first weekend she was here, we headed over to Linzy's to eat dinner with Rachel and Katie. Rachel and Linzy had been in Amiens that day, and had picked up veggies and whatnot - Rachel also bought Bar for us all to eat, and I'm proud to say I didn't fuck it up. I cooked it in a pan with butter, oil, and white wine, then made a wine/garlic/shallot sauce. It tasted really, really good, if I do say so myself. We all had a great time; the only casualty Linzy's white tablecloth, victim of an energetic Kim and an unstable candlestick.

We did make it to La Duree, the macaron house on the Champs Elysees. I can safely say that the Rose Macaron is one of the most delicious things I have ever eaten in my entire life. It tastes like love. It is incredible. If everyone ate rose macaroons every day, there would be no war and no hate, the economy would be back on track, and we would have a settlement on Mars. It is that good. I crave more; I fiend after them like a crack addict.

Those are the first things that come to mind. I should have done a better job keeping up with posting, but as Kim was very fond of saying, c'est la vie. I'll probably add more as it comes back to me - a busy two weeks is a lot to fit into a single post.