Christmas Markets Eats | Paris France
The last time I was in Paris, I could smell Christmas in the air. Well, that along with whiffs of Nutella, freshly made waffles, and the slightest hint of cinnamon spice. It smelled of comfort and coziness. Yet somehow, strangely enough, it all felt quite new.
Vergs and I were extremely lucky to see the Village de Noel along Champs Elysees last year. It was so pretty. Both sides of the street were adorned with lighted tents, each offering something to add to the holiday season.
There were endless food stalls of the usual waffles and crepes. A quick turn at a corner would lead to more savory items such as different kinds of hot dogs, warm soups — an essential during winter — a plate of freshly shucked oysters, and if you’re feeling fancy, a serving of foie gras served with peaches, flamed right in front of your very eyes. There was also a stall that served frog legs and the ever-popular French dish of escargot.
Let me just go ahead and say that the foie gras was something else. To be honest, I've only had foie gras on special occasions -- during client events when I was still working in corporate and fancy dates with the husband and friends. I’ve always thought of foie gras as a luxurious dish. So you can only imagine my surprise when I saw displays of foie gras in little silver aluminum pans.
I remember thinking, “Only in France would I ever get to see this sinful and expensive dish served this cheap (looking).” And yet I forked over a few Euros and patiently waited with Vergs as we watched the server flambe the goose liver.
One bite in and I was in heaven. The foie gras practically melted on my tongue. Chewing wasn't needed at all. It. Was. BEYOND. I felt a little light-headed after that meal, but darn, it was worth the cholesterol.
Next up on our French food bucket list was escargot. Personally, I’ve never been a fan of the dish. I’ve always found it to be a bit too chewy. But as the saying goes, when in France, do as the French do. And that we did.
If Americans have eggnog, the French have a drink they call vin chaud. It’s mulled wine with spices of cinnamon, cardamon, cloves, and star anise. It’s got a bit of a citric taste because of the apple juice too.
I’m big on wine and would drink it every day if I could — I’ve overused the saying of a glass of red wine is good for the heart — but this was just a bit too strange for me. It tasted tart. I’m not a fan of sour tastes, so I’m afraid this drink was just a no for me.
Paris seemed to make Vergs and I fall into a routine during our visit. We’d buy our pain au chocolat breakfast fresh from the bakery a block away from our hotel. We’d visit the Eiffel Tower every day. And we’d cap off our night, by walking along the Champs Elysees Christmas market.
It’s funny. France was our last stop during our first Eurotrip. I think all the craziness of our itinerary-ticking had us craving for a semblance of a routine.
Truth be told though, I never thought I’d fall into a routine while in Paris. That being said, life can be pretty amazing sometimes.