Yesterday I invited you to take part in a Paris Photo Challenge. Today I’m sharing another fun challenge I’m looking forward to do on my upcoming trip to Paris.
Because life is too short to skip dessert!
A pastry a day!?
Yes! Hear me out!
You’ll be out pounding the pavement each day, visiting museums and galleries. You’ll get your steps in, so why not treat yourself? You’re on vacation after all!
Everyone knows that Paris excels when offering up delicious desserts and pastries. On a short visit, it would be impossible to enjoy everything. So instead, pick an handful to try and choose a different one for each day?
Why not print out the above suggestions list and take it with you on your next visit? If you do, don’t forget to tag me on Instagram with photos of your favourites!
Ooey-gooey Comté, melt-in-your-mouth caramelized onions, perfect and comforting homemade beef broth.. if you’re in Paris looking for a delicious bowl of cheesy onion soup (soupe à l’oignon, en français), head over to La Jacobine in the covered walkway of rue Saint-André des Art.
My best friend and I discovered La Jacobine on our first trip to Paris together, years ago, and I’ve made a point to return every visit since.
Oh hello, lover.
Do yourself a favour and leave room for dessert. Everything I’ve ordered has been delicious, but this pistachio raspberry tart is definitely a favourite.
While you can’t make reservations online, you can save your table by phone call – or by stopping in a couple of days beforehand. Sure, you could always turn up with fingers crossed but, with a packed restaurant and others with the same idea, you might end up waiting for quite some time.
Which reminds me. Try to sit facing away from the windows if at all possible. Seeing people lick the glass out of the corner of your eye can be a tad distracting.
If you haven’t tried La Jacobine, run – don’t walk. You can thank me later.
The night before we left for our short getaway, an article popped into my newsfeed about a restaurant in Victoria with a robot server.
Obviously I made us reservations for lunch, perfectly timed with the ferry arrival and our drive into town.
With the ongoing pandemic, the owners of Mantra Restaurant were looking for a way to attract customers back to the restaurant as well as getting help with simple tasks.
Aside from knowing about the robot and the fact that a lunch buffet was available, we didn’t know what to expect.
Mantra Restaurant is modern and clean, with the necessary Covid-19 precautions in place. Our (human) hostess was warm and welcoming.
The buffet itself wasn’t extensive but it means that food doesn’t sit around for long periods of time before it’s replenished. A nice selection of both vegetarian and non-vegetarian is available.
Curiously, one of the offerings was tater tots – which I love but don’t associate with Indian cuisine. I can now confirm that curry and tater tots are a perfect combination.
The only thing missing from our meal was naan bread, and that’s where Robbie the Robot comes in.
Out of the kitchen she rolled through the restaurant towards our table. While I squealed with delight. I may have totally clapped with excitement, much to the mortification of my husband.
Once Robbie arrived, we removed the hot naan bread from the lit shelf and pressed the “done” button before she returned to the kitchen.
Not only does Robbie make a perfect employee (robots don’t call in sick or complain!), she also gives you a cute cat smile and meows when you pet her ear.
Eventually it was time to leave Mantra Restaurant, stuffed to the gills, and head for the hotel to check in. But we’ll definitely be back for another tasty lunch and (obviously) to check in on our new friend, Robbie.
I’m in the process of merging some content from my other blog, Fernweh Friday, with Marla on the Move. From time to time I’ll be migrating some of my older posts here. I figured that a post about the food in Paris was a great place to start! So let’s get started with a post I wrote shortly after returning home following a girls’ trip with my friend, Stephanie back in 2016.
I mentioned in a #POTD earlier this week that we’d gone to Voodoo in Portland. The line outside was long and the sun was blazing – two things to quickly make me very cranky. But I had high hopes after reading so many good reviews online, and decided that it had to be worth the wait.
Once we finally made our way to the doors, I realised that there was a line snaking around the store. Thankfully it was out of the sunshine though.
After much humming and hawing, we each selected 2 donuts..
(Yes, I know I spell it differently to Voodoo.. but both are correct.. ahem)
Blueberry Cake and Dirt for me, and Voodoo Doll and plain glazed for James. I carried that bright pink box through town like it was precious cargo and looked forward to trying them later that day when we arrived at Silver Fall State Park campground.
I supposed you’d like to see the donuts?
Drum roll, please..
Verdict? Don’t believe the hype!
The two top donuts (Dirt and Voodoo Doll) were really good. The others weren’t. Would I stand in line like that again, when we have better donut options back home? That would be an hard pass.
But I’m happy to say that we’ve been, and have checked it off the list.
Have you been to Voodoo? If so, what are your thoughts?
Confession time. I can only remember having crepes twice in my life.
I know, I know. This is beyond shameful.
My first time was over 10 years ago in Saint-Remy-de-Provence. It wasn’t intentional either. Basically, when I was hungry for lunch after a busy morning of sightseeing I learned the hard way that small town restaurants don’t always have continuous service. If I wanted to eat, it would have to be a dessert crepe.
Are you familiar with Eataly, the Italian food emporium with new locations popping up around the globe? Our hotel in Las Vegas, Park MGM, has an Eataly on the main floor, so it only made sense that Stephanie and I visit it. In fact, we made a couple of visits.
The weather forecast for this weekend was dismal. So when the rains tapered off yesterday and there was a tiny hint of sunshine, I threw on my coat, grabbed my wallet and headed out the door. I had no idea where I’d end up. I just needed to get out of the house.
After our visit to the Chihuly Garden & Glass, my boyfriend and I were famished. Enter Google, and a quick search led us to a cute little cafe nearby. Sadly, it was super popular and without a reservation we were looking at over an hour wait.