One of my only regrets about my brief visit to Paris was not eating enough. It seemed like we were always too busy or too intimidated to eat anywhere.
Early on, I made a mental note to stop at one of the many gaufre stands we kept passing. Gaufre means waffle in French, but these weren't any old waffles. They were big Belgian waffles dipped in Nutella. (It's okay- my mouth is watering too.) Our last morning there I knew I had to get my hands on one. I mean, priorities, you guys. It was now or never.
We trekked over to the first stand I remembered. CLOSED. There was a second one around the corner, but the guy working it said they were ALL OUT. (It was 10am. Nice try buddy, I know you just don't like my accent.) We decided to look for one more before throwing in the towel and getting croissants again. So a few more blocks and we thought we had found the promise land... but alas, it was only a crepe stand. (That marks the one and only time in my life that I will be disappointed to see crepes.)
I know what you're thinking, a waffle with Nutella seems so simple. Believe me, my first week back I found waffles in my house and I reached for the Nutella faster than you could say "gaufre". And sure, it was delicious. But knowing how much better everything tasted in Paris... the bread... the crepes.. the croissants... I just knew it wasn't the same.
So now I HAVE to go back to Paris. As if I needed another reason. :)
XO,
Christina
(photos courtesy of ahandb.blogspot.com and brusselssummer2009.blogspot.com)
