Wednesday, April 16, 2008
My weekly trip to France
I've never been to Paris. I've always wanted to go, but it just hasn't happened (yet). However, I do make it over to 58th and 7th Ave every week to go to Le Pain Quotidien. Every Tuesday, my teaching partner Amanda and I meet every week to plan our lessons for the next day and to sneak spoonfuls of crack, otherwise known as Brunette.
It's a praline spread that reminds me of Nutella, except more amazing. It's not as heavy and there's no chocolate. Normally, this would be a bad thing, but some how, it works here. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We come here every week and drink very large cups of espresso and steamed milk. Here's Amanda with her latte.
I don't think a week has gone by without one of us ordering this salad:
It's mesclun greens with tomato, cantaloupe, radishes, cucumbers and basil vinaigrette. We like it.
They have soft boiled eggs on the menu - but only in the mornings. It took me over two months to finally get there before noon, but it was totally worth it. Here's my beautiful egg:
Here it is all cracked open. Ooooh pretty yolks. So delicious.
The bread is very good too. They bake it fresh every day (or so I'm led to believe) and there are five different kinds (mostly I just eat the whole wheat).
It is a chain restaurant, which bugs me out a little, but it doesn't feel like one, if that makes any sense. It's kind of homey in a French bistro way. I'm always seated next to some couple who babble away in French (or some language, I don't speak French, so I don't really know) and that makes me feel like I'm in Europe. Or Times Square without all the flashing lights. But I think Europe is probably a more desirable place to be.
I'm ending with one last picture of something that's never been seen yet on this blog. It's of ME (I know, you're shocked), eating the Brunette spread that I'm obsessed with.
(Ok, I'm not really eating it. I'm just posing for a funny picture. Shhhhhh)