June 27: (North) American Breakfast

This might not look impressive to the average North American, but having bacon 'n eggs with a side of big fluffy pancakes breakfast is unheard of on this side of the Atlantic. Myself along with many of my friends who have spend time in America all agree that nobody does breakfast better. However, the staff at Breakfast In America certainly did a darn fine job of making me feel at home on Saturday morning!



To top it all off they serve proper "bottomless" coffee, which certainly beats the 3 euros it normally costs for a thimble of overly-bitter sludge I have come to expect. When Jennie was searching for a good ol' american breakfast in Paris place online it was interesting to see some of the websites/blogs that she found. It seems that searching for such a thing is highly frowned upon out there in web space. So many hits were of people chastizing anybody for going all the way over to Paris just so that eat what they have at home.

I think this is the difference between the tourist and the ex-pat. I agree that the tourist should make sure that they squeeze as much value and culture out of their trip as they can, which of course includes indulging in the local cuisine. But the ex-pat realizes that although it is important to assimilate into a culture, it is also important that you still hold on to the things that make you unique and to not let your own culture completely disappear. A sore belly full of eggs, sausage and silver-dollar pancakes is, indeed, one such 'pleasure' for me!

Afterwards we walked all around Paris just enjoying the nice day. We got our bronze on in the Jardin de Touleries (Jennie below with the Louvre in the background).

Afterwards I ran 7 miles in the Bois de Flesh (i.e. Boulogne). Nice days like this bring out all the speedo clad men and the bikini'ed women (for better or for worse) who just lounge on the grass all day. And if you forget your lycra, no problem, your underwear will do! You gotta love the French!

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