The "lunch" may have not only been the worst thing I had in France, but perhaps the worst thing I've ever had in my life. If you've ever in Paris avoid Ma Bourgogne. At all costs. To be fair the view onto the square is nice, but kind of ruined by the constant reminders not to leave anything on the table for fear kids would run by and grab it. They had the most intense mustard I had in France and decent bread, but things went down hill from there. In southern Louisiana andouille is a tasty ham sausage. A fabulous thing to have for lunch. In France it means a sausage stuffed with the stomach and intestine of a pig. It is foul. Beyond foul. It smelled so bad people at our table asked us to move it away from them. Maybe the rest of the food was OK, but I can't forgive a place for having that on their menu.
While I'm on the subject of things on menus, here is a fun game in France. Try to order a cup of coffee. I'm not sure what French roast is, or where a French Press comes from, but I'm convinced neither one if from France. First of all, I kept getting instant coffee. No self respecting coffee country would do this. So if you try to order coffee in a French cafe here are your options:
Cafe': Overly bitter espressoCafe au lait: Overly bitter espresso and burned milk. Café américain: Cafe' (overly bitter espresso served in a bigger cup)Noisette: Overly bitter espresso and one of (hot milk on the side / cold milk on the side / a shrug)
By this point I gave up and went in withdrawal. Note to France, you're not going to get the Olympics until you learn to make a cup of coffee.
