BBQ in Paris

Having lived in Texas most of my life, and particularly having lived in Austin for 6 years, I love my BBQ. And that is just something that unfortunately is not really common in France. Did I say "not common"? I mean non-existent. And so in my searches for home sick food (like Mexican) I had looked up this BBQ place here in Paris called Blues BBQ but hadn't yet tried it. Until today.

It was actually quite good, particularly for being in the middle of Paris. I got the brisket sandwich, and while it's not the best BBQ ever (Franklin's is, BY FAR, the most delicious thing I've ever eaten in my life), it's quite tasty and I'd definitely come back. The menu is all in English (with French subtitles, which is very unique) and the owner is from Dallas (and friendly) so it really is real Texas BBQ. It is pretty pricy though ($22 for sandwich plus chili fries, plus $4.75 for a can of root beer (which is hard to find in France)). But then again, everything here is insanely expensive (thanks to being in a major city plus the Euro) so it's really not that bad comparatively.

But before my BBQ escapades, I did some work, and then I wandered around the 1st for a bit to then try to go up the Notre Dame tower (since it's the first non-rainy day in ages) but the line was crazy long and it looked like it was going to rain, so I headed home. And low and behold, it did end up pouring for like 15 minutes. Then I got some groceries from the Monoprix, and then went to go see a movie near Pigalle, which is where the infamous Moulin Rouge is just so I could say I saw the famous red windmill. It's ridiculously expensive so I'd never go, but it's an interestingly area.

Everytime I see French movie previews for French films it really makes me wish I understood French better! They have some really funny movies.

The subway rides also this evening to get the the BBQ place were a bit more notable than normal, thanks to a passed out homeless guy who seemed to have pooped in his pants and stuck up the train, and then after my transfer, some crazy guy yelling who knows what in French until I got off the train. This is definitely not the norm, but I suppose part of life in a major city.

Also today marks exactly 3 months until we leave. We're halfway done!!! I both can and can't believe it's already halfway over. It's gone by just as quickly as I thought it would.