After two flights, the RER B, two métro lines including missing my stop twice in both directions), and carrying some very over-loaded bags, I looked like I had just run a marathon (sweat and all). I'm surprised the waitress was willing to let me sit in a decent establishment. Other than a piece of soda bread at the Dublin airport, I was running on empty.
Imagine my vegetarian delight when I stumbled across the street from the métro stop and found this gem on the menu!
Imagine my vegetarian delight when I stumbled across the street from the métro stop and found this gem on the menu!
The name of the dish is a slang-y, phonetic way of saying "It's hot out!" salad, and could not have been more apropos: in the center of the dish is a jar of that cooling summer classic, gazpacho; this is surrounded by mixed greens, sliced cucumber and tomatoes. A liberal slice of watermelon is flanked by two slices of cantaloupe. Atop the jar of gazpacho is a "brochette" (skewer) of tropical fruit: mango, kiwi, pineapple. The bottle to the left is extra vinaigrette; the bottle in the center is just water (sorry, folks, I was already drunk on sleep deprivation); the pail to the right was filled with hearty chunks of baguette.
Re-fueled, and re-hydrated, I was able to present myself halfway normally to my generous host who is letting me stay with him until I find an apartment!
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