Good French butter (from Bretagne) is unlike any other; it's slightly salty, just sweet enough, and more farm fresh than you can imagine. Then there are the baguettes, chocolate mousse, ratatouille, brie, salade niçoise, nutella crepes, truffles, steak frites, etc. I've honestly already had moments in which I've tired of French food though. Fortunately, Paris is just about as multicultural New York (for which I too am already nostalgic for). So I'm currently in the midst of seeking out its many brasserie alternatives.
Three new friends and I shared a spectacular plate of a sweet beef ragout, frommage blanc in Ethiopian spices, spiced chicken, salad, and delicious stewed lentils, spinach, and peas. Scooped up with plenty of injera (an airy flat bread), of course.
After filling ourselves to the brim, we sipped Ethiopian coffee as Alem, one of Le Negus' owners, poetically explained the history of Ethiopia and its coffee. I can't wait to go back, but not before discovering more of Paris! I hear the Sri Lankan and Indian food at La Chapelle is fabulous; I hope to taste the delicacies of the 13e's Asian quarter; and if Belleville is known for its African shops, I don't doubt there's a few amazing eateries, too. As for sushi, a friend recently introduced me to Sushi Gan. Bon appetit indeed.