But not me. As my friend Gina said last night, "I'm against religion trying to dictate what and when I can eat." Plus, who can abstain from eating while looking through pictures of yummy food from Paris? Oh, Paris. I want to go back to that time (three weeks ago) when I was in Paris and didn't have a cold.
So, Zack and I spent a lot of time in the "Jewish Quarter" in Paris. It doesn't seen especially Jewish at this point in time, but it's a cool place to be. Zack really liked the Centre Pompidou - a modern art museum.
But of course, I really just wanted some falafel. Every book I read, every friend I talked to (ok, really just Meredith, but I trust her) said that there was this one awesome falafel place in Paris and gosh darn it, I was going to go there. One day when we were close by, it starting pouring rain, so we made a break for it and ran for the door.
This place was a little different than the other places we went to. First of all, there were plastic plates and paper napkins.
But that just gave the food a chance to outshine the decor. We started with some eggplant in tomato sauce.
It was warm and spicy. I love eggplant. Zack refused to eat falafel (because he's crazy), so he had schwarma.
He liked it. It was kind of like meat stew in a pita. I had the falafel.
It was worth the trip! Crispy on the outside, warm and chewy on the inside - and about as big as my head. I could not finish it - despite my best efforts.
Seriously, this is a not to be missed experience. If you go to Paris - go to L'as Du Falafel.