you know what's wrong with the fact i can't speak french? i accidentally ate veal testicles for lunch today. interesting. i ate at this really really good bistro i read about on a blog before i came here. in an alley in the marais and it's not labeled outside so i finally felt like i ate at a "real" parisian bistro. i got the tuna tartare, then veal (i thought it was just normal veal) oh and it was cooked rare bc i forgot that in france when you say "medium" it's like our rare and then a duo of creme brulees (glad i played it safe on the dessert since mon plat was unexpected) and they gave you a bunch of bread on a skewer. it was still warm and had walnuts in it. so so good. i actually think i might go back but at the end of the meal my waitress (who spoke zero english just like everyone else i meet in this city) gave me a restaurant book for paris, so im going to go look through it and take a nap before i go shopping. anyway, talk to you all later!
Again...to be 23 and on break in grad school...
P.S. This is the third time she's been to France (and Paris) and she took, like, 7 years of French in school. So I can't really feel badly for her.
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My first thought? That it's exactly like when Brenda and Donna went to Paris (while Dylan and Kelly stayed behind at the beach) and accidentally ate veal brains.
Ooooh. I hope she remembered to take her Balzac with her, so she has something to read while she moodily sips coffee...
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