I was never really a ‘foodie’ person at all; it’s only in the last few years that I’ve turned into a pizza-obsessive-weirdo who just adores new cuisines.
When Matt told me we were heading to Paris, I couldn’t wait to tuck into delicious French baguettes, scrumptious macarons and so many other yummy dishes.
While we didn’t eat quite like a local, (I may be more ambitious with my food choices but I’m not quite brave enough for escargot) we did indulge in some pretty amazing food (read: a lot of pizza) and today’s post is all about what we ate and where we ate!
The first taste of ‘French cuisine’ we had in Paris came in the form of a hot chocolate from Angelina. I’d heard so much about this place before our trip and I just knew we had to try it out – it basically looked like an Instagrammer’s dream so naturally we had to take a look.
We ordered a takeaway hot chocolate to share and it was certainly the most luxurious hot chocolate I’ve ever had. Known as the ‘iconic hot chocolate’, it’s definitely not one for the faint hearted; I think it was made with about 72% cocoa so it was intensely rich and chocolatey. I don’t think I could have had a large one but a small mug of it was incredibly decadent and delicious.
Our first night in Paris was spent at PerBacco, eating the most heavenly pizza I’ve had in a long time. Matt and I both ordered fairly standard pizzas; I went for the parma ham offering and Matt opted for pepperoni.
The pizzas were absolutely bloody delicious; so incredibly cheesy with the perfect crust. I could happily eat approximately five of these; they were so good.
We also ordered a cocktail with our meals but they were pretty damn disgusting, I can’t quite remember what was in them but I definitely wouldn’t order it again. Aside from the revolting cocktails, our evening at PerBacco was wonderful; the staff were so lovely and the pizzas were divine.
Cafe de Paris
More pizza? Absobloodylutely!
On Saturday morning we spent a good few hours wandering around the Louvre and appreciating all the wonderful art. After hours of walking around, we were pretty hungry so we headed over the road to Cafe de Paris for yet more pizza.
We only got one to share and while it wasn’t quite as good as the previous evening’s delicacy, it was still pretty damn good. The staff in this cafe were so incredibly lovely and bubbly; they made the whole experience so fun and enjoyable.
We also ordered hot chocolates while we were in Cafe de Paris as it had just started snowing outside and we needed an excuse to warm ourselves up (not that you should ever need an excuse to indulge in a hot chocolate!).
After a busy day on Saturday, we had a more chilled out evening in the apartment before we headed out to a few clubs to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day (yes, even though neither of us are Irish…).
As we heading out fairly late in the evening and we planned on getting slightly drunk, we didn’t really want to have an incredibly fancy meal out, so we ordered a kebab and stayed in the apartment instead. Classy.
The kebab wasn’t anything extraordinary (and certainly not on the same wavelength as the one in Amsterdam) but it filled a hole and lined our stomachs in preparation for a night out in Paris.
If you read my previous Paris post, you’ll know that we were unable to go up the Eiffel Tower due to ice on the platforms so to cheer ourselves up, we wandered around for a little while and stumbled across Café Kléber.
The brasserie had a very sophisticated atmosphere with very attentive staff and a plethora of dishes to choose from. The cafe was fairly busy when we arrived just after lunch time but we mananged to grab a seat and ordered (yet another) hot chocolate and crêpes.
I really wanted to try the Nutella crêpe as they looked immense but Matt is allergic to nuts and I didn’t want to, you know, kill him. We opted for the crêpes with sugar on top and they were delicious; light, fluffy and not too filling, I’d definitely recommend visiting Café Kléber if you find yourself around the Eiffel Tower area.
The rest of the food that the waiters were bringing out also looked yummy so I’d definitely head back there again!
Matt and I have this tradition whenever we go on holiday that we find somewhere pretty fancy and luxurious to eat on our last day on holiday.
For our last night in Paris, Matt found the most amazing restaurant called Flesh that served a plethora of different meat dishes.
I ordered the steak which was quite possibly the nicest steak I’ve ever eaten; it was cooked to perfection (rare) and it had so much intense flavour. It was served with a side of salad that was dressed in parmesan and I ate it all.
I ate salad, because it tasted nice. I know, I was just as shocked.
Matt opted for the pork which was equally as delicious and was cooked perfectly.
We ordered a side of garlic fries to share and I’ve genuinely thought about these fries every single day since we arrived home. I can’t even begin to explain how immense they tasted; they tasted exactly like garlic bread but they were fries. I really want to recreate them at home but I just know they’ll never live up to the ones we ate at Flesh.
As we were feeling fancy AF, we decided to have a brownie for dessert to share (something that we very rarely do as we both prefer savoury dishes).
The brownie was accompanied by a scoop of vanilla ice cream and was coated in a smattering of icing sugar. The brownie itself was warm and had a crisp exterior with a melt-in-your-mouth soft interior. It was deliciously chocolatey without being too overpowering and I could eat it all over again.
Flesh was definitely the best place we ate during our stay in Paris and I really couldn’t recommend it more if you ever visit Paris.
Have you ever been to Paris? What food would you most like to try while in the French capital? Let me know in the comments or on Twitter @imjustagirl_16.