I realize this is turning more into a food blog with Paris serving as a mere backdrop, but I just can’t stop talking about all of the wonderful food here. Last night, we tried to find a Tibetan restaurant in our stomping grounds of the Latin Quarter that I had spotted in our guidebook. We were itching to try a new cuisine, and although we were unable to find that specific place, we accomplished our goal nevertheless.
After wandering around in the freezing cold, we jumped into the first sit-down restaurant that looked relatively inexpensive: a tiny Ethiopian place filled with colorful artwork and upbeat music. We were led down a rickety staircase into what looked like someone’s living room. Someone’s very small living room, furnished with two couches and small stools. At its most crowded, there were about fifteen people in the room. A fire code violation, undoubtedly, but I digress.
As we crowded around our little round table, we noticed bright, fruity-looking beverages being delivered to all the tables. Yes, we’ll take four of those. Still not entirely sure what they were, but apparently it’s their signature drink at this restaurant. Sweet, syrupy and extremely alcoholic.
The food, however, was the real highlight of this whole experience (of course). It’s served communally, on one big platter with no utensils. Instead, you use a kind of spongy crêpe to pick up food and soak up sauces. It should have been messier, but worked out quite well. There was some chickpea thing, some beets, a swisschard/spinach thingy…and I’d be hard pressed to say what else. We did not have the luxury of an explanation of our meal (as the Parisian customers in the restaurant did) but it was all delicious and we were stuffed by the end. Service not so much with a smile, but the quality of the food more than made up for it.