More Dining Adventures....

Saturday night Clarice and I finally got a chance to “go out” or as we like to say “goaaaaaaaaaahhhh”. We got together with some girls we met at orientation from NYU, Angela and Lauren. Angela brought two friends of her’s- Hannah from Germany and Corinne who’s a freshman. I found a cheap resturant for us by typing in google “cheap french resturants.” We’re poor college students after all. I came up with a resturant called Chartier. According to the website is 100 years old. It first opened to provide cheap eats for the working class, and has stayed cheap ever since. Their formula obviously works, b/c it was packed when we got there and by the time we left there was a huge line out to the street. However, I didn’t really like the food. I got lamb and french fries. The lamb was pretty tough and kindof crispy. Paying was an adventure, as it always seems to be at French resturants. Our waiter wrote down the prices of everything we ordered on our paper tablecloth and added it together. He left and we started to divy up the bill, figuring out what each peron owed. The host of the resturant came and loomed over the end of our table. He was very rude saying “59 euros! 59 euros! We have a very long line waiting to get in!” We paid as fast as we could and got out of there. I don’t think I’ll be going back.

We went across the street to get some crepes. When it was my turn I said “Je voudrais bannane” “I would like bananna.” The worker handed me a bannana! He was kindof making fun of me, but it was funny so we all cracked up. I did end up getting my bannana crepe, and I ate the free bannana for breakfast! Lauren took a picture of me with the bananna, because it was funny. Then the worker making the crepes was like “Take a picture of me!” So Lauren went to take one. The he said “No, with me!” So Lauren stood next to the cart and I took a picture. Right when I was about to take it the other worker stuck another bananna behind Lauren’s head, like giving someone rabbit ears in a picture! Those crepe guys were having fun teasing us, lol.

Then we went to an Irish pub across the street, O’Sullivan’s. Irish people are crazy. A fair size crowd was there to watch the rugby game that night. However it wasn’t a particullary relevent match- Argentina verses Nanambia. However, the Irish men were still going crazy. They were singing drinking songs and dancing around. I can only imagine what they’re like on nights Ireland actually plays! We chilled in big comfy chairs and talked awhile. I ordered my first drink from a bar- it was called an Orgasm, he he. It was alright at first, but then it got really bitter. Clarice said that’s b/c alcohol sinks to the bottom of drinks. I only drank like 1/3 of it, lol.

Finally we walked around the neighborhood for awhile. We kindof got lost, and Clarice and I think we were in a sketchy neighborhood. There weren’t a lot of people around, and we kept seeing cop cars with their sirens on going by! It was getting kindof late-11:30ish. A man hung out of a car and was yelling something at us, I don’t know what. We struggled to find a metro stop. Luckily, using my map Angela figured out where we were and how to find a metro stop. I sure was relieved when we found one! I love the metro, you can get anywhere in Paris so easily. We got home right quick.