The Great Parisian Plate Debate

My concept of phenomenal French cuisine is a ham and cheese crepe accompanied by a beer. The beer doesn’t even have to be top quality, as the refrigerator in my previous apartment can attest to. I also place Taco Bell high atop my list of favorite restaurants. Say what you will, but there are few problems in life that cannot be remedied by a Cheesy Gordita Crunch.

Despite my affinity for budget Mexican food and Hamm’s Special Light I have awoke to the revelation that I am living in Paris - a city renowned for gastronomy - and living off of the occasional crepe or pizza may be a mistake. There are numerous restaurants scattered on every single block of this city, each with the capability to delight or horrify. Why not bypass the traditional evening shawarma and sample something I never would have expected to grace a skillet?

It was soon after recognizing my culinary limitations that I turned the spotlight to a another burgeoning quandary, this one of course involving urban geography. My daily trips to La Defense, off to the west of Paris, were supplemented with various wanderings during the weekends and evening and yet…that simply isn’t enough. There are twenty arrondisments in Paris, and I have spent the majority of my time in approximately five of them. That’s like going to Taco Bell and only ordering the chalupas.

Being remarkably intelligent and modest I soon realized that these two problems did not have to be problems after all. Rather, each could be turned against the other in a vicious battle and I would be there to reap the reward! Now, if this sounds foolish, which it almost certainly may, perhaps it is best represented in a mathematical styled equation:

[Ignorant food guy willing to blow money on a new dinner] + [Motivation to investigate Paris] = The Great Parisian Plate Debate