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!