The Great Parisian Plate Debate

The challenge is over and we won. Well, kind of. We did technically finish in the planned amount of time, but if you read some of the last entries, it may or may not have damn near killed us. But what is a challenge if it does not make you stronger?

Read more →

Higuma isn’t a swank sushi place; it’s a dive noodle shop. In a plot twist that many Americans might find hard to believe, they don’t even serve sushi. There’s always a quickly moving line out the door and while there’s a dining room in the back, we requested stools at the counter.

Read more →

We met at Grand Corona around 6 and began what was quite possibly the hardest bottle of wine I’ve ever drank. We were both in such a sorry state that for the first hour I think we spent more time calling everyone we knew than drinking as we tried to convince them to come help us out for the last three bottles.

Read more →

Le Rendez-Vous des Amis is a neighborhood dive situated high up in Montmartre. Just a few minute walk from the Basilique du Sacré-Cœur, it is happily free of the throngs of tourists little more than a flight of stairs away.

Read more →

I love markets. When I lived in London I could be found most weekends at one of their many. I’d even say that Borough market was one of my favorite places in the entire city. While almost every Paris neighborhood has its own street market, few offer the smorgasbord of street food that was quite common in London. The Marché des Enfants-Rouges is the closest that I have found.

Read more →

There was some fun people watching to be had, one particularly louche example being a well dressed man in his fifties that leaned against the metro entrance for a good 45 minutes leering, singing and bumming cigarettes from people. He looked like he’d been drinking for a while and some fresh scars across his temple definitely added an air of mystery.

Read more →