Paris: French Fries

Lailin and I flew in from Beauvais, a little far out from the city and only reachable by shuttle. A 30 euro shuttle. Way to make that money. But anyway, we get super eggcited, get to Montmarte (where our hostel is) and dump our bags in search of some great french food (french fries anyone?). We wander up and down the streets before settling on a restaurant and ponder on the menu for abit. But guess what, every damn thing is in French! Welcome to France where everyone is so proud of their roots and heritage and language and all that jazz that them English influences are no where to be found. But that's fine, it's a challenge and that challenge is ACCEPTED. So Lailin and I look at the menu and with the help of my (not so trusty) pocket French guide, we quickly learn the basic food words, poullet for chicken and beouf for beef. Easy peasy. What can go wrong with beef right? So we decide on some tasty garlicy snails for our starter and then we decide to randomly point to 2 dishes on the menu and see the surprise that beholds us. We get our escargots and nomz them up cause they're super yummy and get eggcited for the rest our food but then what comes next is just :O :O I get an uncooked hugeass beef patty (yep a beef tatare) and lailin gets sliced raw beef with parmesan cheese. Just got owned by some French food. I ate half of mine and so did Lailin... needless to say, the french fries were completely gone. 

French menus 1 Lailin and Evan 0. 

Oh life. The lemons. 

The rest of the days are pretty alright, we have loads of picnics which is great for our backpackers budget, cut the lines and use Elaina's student id to get free entry into the Versailles Palace and the Louvre, lock our friendship lock and threw the key into the river on only the rainiest day possible, lie on random grass patches when we're tired of walking, indulged in a night at the Moulin Rouge, hung out with Karissa and Vicky, met some Dutch boys in search of a drunken night and ended the day walking home in the piss like rain at 7am, and saw Paris for what it really was on the very last night of our trip: The City of Lights.

BONUSSSS: SEE WHAT MR BEAN FEELS ABOUT STEAK TATARE here.