(December 24th, 2012) T'was the night before Christmas, and while American houses were too quiet for even a mouse, this was not to be the case in Paris. I was quite worried before we arrived that we wouldn't be able to find anyplace that was open for dinner. So worried that weeks in advance I did a ton of research and made restaurant reservations at a ritzy place that claimed to be open on Christmas Eve.
Well, as it turns out, the place that we made reservations was the one place that was closed on Christmas Eve. Murphy's Law I suppose. From our cute apartment that we rented via AirBnB, which I highly recommend following Elizabeth's recommendation to try it, we walked down Rue Montorgueil into the heart of Les Halles
Why not we thought? Oysters, Salad Nicoise (how could we not order one in Paris), a Tunisian stew with Harissa paste to warm us up, whole fish, and cous cous.
Well, one very good reason to not have stopped was Norovirus, which is often transmitted by raw oysters...but that's just an obstacle that we had to overcome while taking in the sights...
Well, as it turns out, the place that we made reservations was the one place that was closed on Christmas Eve. Murphy's Law I suppose. From our cute apartment that we rented via AirBnB, which I highly recommend following Elizabeth's recommendation to try it, we walked down Rue Montorgueil into the heart of Les Halles
Past chocolate shops,
Euro fried chicken,
and then finally we came across this gnarly old soul, mongering oysters outside of a hole in a wall.
Why not we thought? Oysters, Salad Nicoise (how could we not order one in Paris), a Tunisian stew with Harissa paste to warm us up, whole fish, and cous cous.
Well, one very good reason to not have stopped was Norovirus, which is often transmitted by raw oysters...but that's just an obstacle that we had to overcome while taking in the sights...
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