When I went to Paris for a weekend during my study abroad, I didn't eat very well. In a city known for its decadent cuisine, I was on a budget; the only time I splurged was when I was duped into buying a five euro bottle of water. So it was a ham and cheese sandwich served by a stereotypically snotty French waiter, a creme brulee in a very seedy restaurant, and vegan crepes made by my bed and breakfast host Cedric. All told, nothing to write home about. It wasn't until I got back to London, at a farewell dinner (paid for by CUNY!), that I got to eat some real, actually good French food. I don't remember the name of the bistro, but the dish was moules marinière, and I fell in love.
|From BBC, but mine looked just like this, I swear.|