After a cold morning's walk thru the Marche d'Aligre with our friends, Robert and John, a bowl of pho sounded very tempting...good for the jet-lagged soul. So we headed over to rue Charonne, a short walk from the market, and lucked out to arrive at a bustling Hanoi-Paris with an empty table for four just inside the door. Shortly after we sat down, the line outside began to grow, and by the time we left, the wait was probably at least 30 minutes!
I have yet to have a bad meal here, and today was no exception. We shared an order of the spring rolls - as good if not better than those at Slanted Door in San Francisco, though I did miss the yummy spicy peanut sauce it is served with in SF. Then, three of the four of us tried the shrimp dumpling soup...beautiful bronze anise-spiced broth with tons of dumplings, each stuffed with chopped shrimp. Best of all were the slices of pate in the soup - like the pork meatballs in a banh mi sandwich, but even tastier.
We've also had a return visit to Cave St. Gilles, the Spanish restaurant down the street. We had just gotten off the airplane from SF, had a short nap, and wanted something light. I forget how good their food can be. Cheryl and I shared grilled razor clams and baby squid, and a plate of grilled vegetables, washed down with a bit of sangria.
After a walk thru Place des Vosges, we slept well - a good first nite in Paris.
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