I realize what I am about to say makes me a traitor to my country of residence, but I don’t care. Italian food is crap compared to French food.
I live about three hours east of the Italian/French border, but in terms of cuisine, I might as well live on a different planet. In northern Italy the three P’s dominate menus: Pasta, Pizza, and Polenta. You can also find some overcooked meat and usually some potatoes, but thats about it. Total snooze fest…
During my first trip to France this weekend I spent just as much time eating as I did laying on the beach. In the last 48 hours I have gorged myself on anything I can get my hands on, and it has been glorious. Almost none of my food pictures turned out (possibly because I was too busy stuffing my face to bother focusing my camera), but trust me, the dishes were beautiful!
I came prepared to get sick since I was planning on eating authentic French food, regardless of the wheat content. Totally Worth It.
Here is an abreviated list of the deliciousness:
- Croissant (just as wonderful as I imagined a croissant in France would taste)
- Crepe (bought at a stand on the boardwalk, smothered in something sweet. Amazing)
- Fois Gras (decent, but I don’t need to eat it again)
- Mille Feuille (might have been the best dessert I ever tasted)
- Cod in a lemon butter sauce (yum!)
- Spicy lobster (I ordered this two nights in a row because it was so good)
- Macaron (sooooo much better than the airport macaron from last year)
I was very pleasently surprised at how much I enjoyed the Macraron. The first time I tried one it was in the Paris airport and it was crap. This one was delightful. Macarons are made with almond flour making them safe for me to eat, so I really really wanted to like them. The chocolate macaron I enjoyed at the beach (see below) was moist and sweet, but not too sweet. I am actually going to buy a couple more before I head home.
And I am hungry again. Off to find one last French meal before heading home!