The Great Parisian Plate Debate

Normally when there are no tables available on the sidewalk I would expect the staff to roll their eyes, say something in French, and then tell me it will be at least thirty minutes before a table becomes available. Not at Porte Manech! They swiftly hauled a table out from the interior, threw a couple chairs around it, and voila! Instant seating gratification.

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Le Ravaillac has been in the back of my head almost as long as I’ve lived in Paris. Just a block north of the Saint Paul metro, not only do I have a friend that lives a block away, but I pass it on my near weekly Sunday pilgrimage to L’As de Falafel. The sign proclaiming Polish specialties piques my interest every time I see it.

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Whenever someone finds out I live abroad, they invariably ask what I miss most about America. This seems like a pretty hard question, and once upon a time it was. After a few months living in London, however, the answer got easier. Now, a couple years later, I don’t even hesitate. People aside, I always preface, it’s the Mexican food.

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