eating my way through europe: part 2
In the Jewish quarter there is a small cobblestone street called Rue des Roisiers. And on that street there are three things my time in Paris would not be the same without. The first, L’as du Falaffel- is the most mouth watering falafel place in the world. I dedicated a previous post entirely to the pita pocket wonder and when my parents came to visit they made sure to go back a second time during their stay. The second is Les Envahisseurs, or more commonly known to my friends and I as “the sweater store.” Though there are more than just sweaters, the overwhelming amount of chunky knits and beautifully crafted garments at reasonable prices is a fashionista heaven. Lastly, and my newest discovery, is a little stand across from the large Jewish deli on the street (and conveniently next to a gorgeous clothing store called The Kooples). Though the woman has more items behind the glass window, the winning pastry is one of three that sit atop the counter on a paper plate. The “roll,” if I can even call it that, is composed of soft almonds, honey, and I am convinced a secret something else- all wrapped in coconut shavings that somehow stay in place. All of it is then baked and browned to gooey goodness. I went back for thirds.
