I was spoiled by the Asian food in San Francisco. I miss it a lot (mom’s home-cooked meals, our noodle shop on Irving street, the cheap grocery markets…) Out of all the cities I’ve lived in so far, the Chinese food stack rank is: San Francisco > Paris > Seattle. (I think the only thing Seattle had going for it was Din Tai Fung.)
When I first moved to Paris, I was thrilled to see a Chinese “traiteur” shop on every block of my neighborhood. Homesick for anything that reminded me of the Bay Area, I wandered into one but emerged pretty disappointed. I thought, “Fine, if Asian food is going to suck here, I’m going to cook it myself!” … and then I discovered there was neither tofu nor black bean garlic sauce to be found within a 30-minute walking radius. Sad.
With Chinese New Year around the corner, I was desperate to find some decent Peking duck. Luckily, I have two adorable foodie cousins in Paris! We celebrated the New Year with our boyfriends at Chinatown Olympiades.
The meal was delicious and restored my faith in Parisian Chinese food. I’ll definitely be back.
It still catches us off guard when Asian waiters start taking our order in French. If we’re at a Japanese restaurant, we usually throw them a curve ball back and have Tyler order in Japanese 😉 The Japanese food here is pretty good. Paris has its own Japan Town near the Pyramides station full of ramen and udon shops. Instead of bento boxes, they do a lot of “brochettes” (skewers) and always offer two types of soy sauce: “salé” (regular salted soy sauce) and “sucre” (sugary sauce). Dumplings (potstickers, won ton) are also called “ravioli” here. Isn’t that strange?