Paris. It seems futile to even attempt to say something new about this intoxicating city. But I guess one of the beauties of Paris is that there is always something new to stumble upon. And regardless of how many thousands have already discovered some treasure, if it’s new to you, it’s worth mentioning. I mean, it’s practically your responsibility to mention it! And in that spirit, I shall selflessly take on the task and share a delicious discovery made on my recent trip to la ville lumière.
After spending the morning gliding through Montmartre, basking in the memory of my husband’s proposal 5 years prior at a discreet sidewalk café, we made our way down toward boulevard Poissonnière. Naturally, during this trek, (made longer with all the oohing and picture-snapping and pastry tasting), I had a hankering for some ice cream. After all, pastries get digested in a special, unique part of the body, leaving room for still more deliciousness. Don’t they?
At any rate, we happened upon a group of Parisians who pointed us in the direction of a chocolatier they were certain we would enjoy. Right they were! À la Mère de Famille is certainly not a secret being kept by the locals, and you will undoubtedly spot other tourists looking just as wide-eyed and giddy as you, but do not let that deter you. What I am here to promote, was the ice cream.
Gorgeous, fresh, unique flavors which we had no need of asking for help to identify. The appearance and smell alone were shouting out to us, “Hey! I’m cassis! Eat me!” “No! I’m mint! I’m clearly the better choice!” The flavors were just so darn bold in their natural, straightforwardness.
I went with the more insistent mint flavor, (Do you see the flakes of real mint? Do you?!) and plopped it atop the purest coffee flavor I’ve ever tasted that wasn’t a double shot of Italian espresso. And yes, those are mouth marks in the ice cream. I couldn’t be bothered to wait for a picture to be taken! Ahem…
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