THE NOT SO BLONDE TRAVEL

I fly to Paris around 4 times a month, but I never get tired of French Food. The bread, the salted butter, the mustard, the saucisson ... how can one get tired from all this goodness?  However, more than once, I have heard some of my colleagues complain that they couldn't find good food in Paris. And I have to say I don't understand how they manage. There is good food everywhere. Even the quiche lorraine from the grocery store Monoprix is fantastic.  As for the restaurants, I could go on and on about how many places I love in Paris, but we will be here forever ... Instead let me introduce you to Faubourg 52, the latest addition to my list of Parisian food goodness. Faubourg 52 , located at 52 rue du Faubourg Saint-Denis (yes I know, no Nobel prize for whoever came up with the name) is definitely off  the beaten path, but very well worth the detour. Every dish was beautifully presented and so full of flavor that I  would have easily paid ...

When guys asked me out on dates, I never really cared about where they took me out to dinner. It was more about the conversation, the chemistry, that kind of stuff. But after hearing some horror stories, I must say I was pretty lucky in my dating choices because every guy that ever took me out picked a nice restaurant. And by nice restaurant, I don't necessarily mean some fancy 5 course dinner. One of my best first date was at an underground tapas place. The guy ordered pretty much everything on the menu and since the way to my heart is definitely food, I truly thought he was the one. He wasn't, which apparently is no surprise according to food psychology 101. Apparently  people who like tapas are the kind of people who avoid commitment. See they can't even commit to an entree, let alone a relationship. They don't want to make decisions so tapas is their answer: a little bit of everything. On the contrary, people whose favorite food is French food tend to be...

I have to blog about my lunch yesterday because it was so amazing. It was so good that I don't even have a picture to show what I am talking about because I was too busy eating.  If you are a foodie like me, you probably don't order chicken or salad when you are trying out a new restaurant for the first time. I can make chicken and salads at home. But since my friend Sardine was so adamant about the salad being over the top, I caved. But not entirely. I ordered a quiche as well, just in case the salad wasn't that amazing. I tend to disagree with people about food.  But this salad was truly fantastic: lettuce, sundried tomato, goat cheese, and  lonza, a corsican type of ham, topped with a magical balsamic reduction. It might sound pretty simple put like this, but in one sentence: I was very sad when my plate was empty. I wanted more. Not that I was still hungry. I just wanted more. And I don't even like balsamic.  Now thankfully I did take pictures of th...