Our last day in Paris was a short one, so we decided to make sustenance as stress-free as possible. After packing up, brewing a French press with some grounds we snagged at Le Bal Café, we decided the easiest meal option was a picnic staple—a baguette, wine, and cheese.
La Butte Fromagère has a lime green awning and open air store front that is impossible to miss. Although not a large shop by any means, it has a certain presence that made me stir with excitement as soon as we approached.
To go with our lovely cheeses, we needed some bread. Naturally, we went to the same place we had bought our pain du chocolats the two days prior–Le Grenier a Pain.
We snagged a giant baguette still hot from the oven as well as an eclair because it looked freaking gorgeous.
Back at the flat, we set up a spread with a giant bottle of rose that Kevin found for 2 Euros 1 and began to feast.
Truth be told, we had no idea what we were purchasing cheese-wise. My French is terrible, and the cheese had names based upon their shape. We wound up with two goats milk cheese, Trèfle du Perche and one labeled simply “boyard.” Here is what I learned about the cheeses we ate after the fact 2.
The Trefle du Perche, or “clover perche,” is an ashy rind goat cheese from Normandy. It has a creamy, melty texture and a sweet, nutty flavor.
See the little boat-shaped guy topped with jam? The oval in the middle is actually concave, and is meant to be shaped like Fort Boyard, an actual fort on the western coast of France that was the filming location for the late 90’s French game show, Fort Boyard. Why did they start shaping cheeses in its honor? You’ll have to ask a fromager.
That all said, the boyard cheese was more along the lines of a typical fresh goat cheese–super tangy and delicious, and perfectly complimented by the sweet jam filling.
Our flight was fast approaching when I realized we had forgotten a major French food group–macarons. We were stuffed from the bread and cheese but were determined to get our fix. While I finished packing and getting the flat in order, Kevin ran down the street to Biscuiterie de Montmartre and snagged us some contraband to smuggle on the plane.
After a mad rush to the airport we had a quick beer and then settled into our flight to Barcelona, during which we sipped prosecco and polished off our smuggled macarons.
After arriving in Spain in early evening, we enjoyed some down time before setting off for dinner. While I had a list of places in our neighborhood that I wanted to try, we soon learned that Barcelona kind of shuts down on Sundays 3. After happening upon several shuttered restaurants, we ended up at a place whose name I don’t remember and that I also wouldn’t recommend (it was fine, but you can do better). They did however have enormous delicious gin and tonics, so all in all I can say the meal was a success.
And thus concludes the Paris portion of our trip. I’m so excited to share all the amazing food we ate in Barcelona next! (4 euro bottles of cava by the beach, anyone?)
Plus Kevin is working on an amazing post about how he masterfully restored a 1920’s mahogany record cabinet. Super excited for that one.
We’ll be taking a little holiday posting hiatus until early January to relax and spend time with friends and family. I hope you have a wonderful holiday and we’ll see you in 2016!