I was told the heart eclairs had to purchased together. Cute. But also a little eww
That said, there are obviously things I miss from back home in New York. In order of importance it would be something like:
1. Slice of pizza
2. Bagel
3. Peanut Butter Cup
But as international city, Paris does provide global cuisine. As I've said before, the bagel has gained some traction round these parts-
Now don't get me wrong. I understand that imported items are more expensive. It's why Pop Tarts cost the price of a good steak here. But if you just import the idea of a food, you don't get to charge more for it. And trust me, the water in these bagels is not from Brooklyn. Which is why I scoff at the idea of buying one of these over priced dough holes. Unless my bagels comes with 5 euros in the middle, I'm not paying 7 for it.
So it was against my better judgement whilst eating at an "American" themed restaurant that I ordered a pastrami sandwich. I know, I know ! That's like going to Vietnam and asking for a funnel cake. But I was craving mountains of thinly sliced pastrami between rye bread with a spicy mustard ! What really should have tipped me off was that the sandwich came on a bagel and was topped with spinach and cream cheese. Someone along the way confounded a lox schmear with a pastrami. And then added spinach for some reason. Which makes me sad. But I was emotionally weak, hungry and full of hope. What's more American than that?!
When my meal arrived I audibly gasped:
Like a CSI crime scene detective I examined what, to me at least, was nothing less then a double homicide. Both for the bagel and the pastrami. Three slices of meat topped a stale, sesame seed bagel. Could a brother at least get an everything? I was angry, confused, and flabbergasted to say the least…
Did I send it back or refuse my meal? Are you kidding me, I'm dead poor. I cleaned my plate. And that's the really shame of the evening.
