For my birthday, I ventured to Santiago, Chile. It was, as my birthday trips tend to be, on a whim. I’d half-heartedly meant for it to be a solo trip, so when my mom offered to come with me for at least half of the trip, I jumped at the chance. I used my miles to book a flight, scanned through Airbnb and booked my getaway.
Let me start by saying, I love Paris, all of France really. Amongst the beautiful architecture and the glamorous fashion houses, Paris is a mecca of culinary delights. Young chefs go to the city of lights from all over the world to hone their craft. Jaded masters of cuisine come to Paris to rediscover why they fell in love with food in the first place.
I go to Paris to feed my soul. Nothing makes me happier than traveling and eating, put the two things together and that’s basically my nirvana. After visiting a country, the best way to transport yourself back there (since none of us have a tele-porter) short of a plane ticket is through their food. Paris is simply one of my favorite places to visit – when I’m home, I rarely get a chance to simply and aimlessly wander around, one my greatest delights in Paris. I have a love affair with Paris, one that makes my heart skip a beat, but more importantly makes me terribly hungry. For this reason, and many more, I’m sure there will be more than one edition of this particular post. Perhaps I’ll break them up by arrondissements or my favorite market eats. So be forewarned, these are just my first three must-eat bites of Parisian fare: