This post should have been about the wonderful meal I had at Chez Omar last night. The first (and only) time I came to Paris 10 years ago, dinner at Chez Omar was my most memorable meal where I tasted couscous for the first time. Ever since then, I seem to grab for the couscous whenever I need a quick grain, but it’s never as light and fluffy as the couscous I could remember from Chez Omar. Last night, the meal was just as wonderful and the couscous just as delicate, but then… well let’s just say I’ve been cursing Omar for giving me bad stomach last night.
Because of that misfortune, I also missed out on meeting up with a friend who’s living in Paris today. We were going to go for brunch and then ride bikes along the Seine. I was not only excited about being taken on a dining adventure, but also in anticipation of getting on a bicycle, something I haven’t done in over 10 years.
But because of the above-mentioned bad stomach, I had to cancel my afternoon date as well. So my 2nd day in Paris was mostly spent lying in bed and watching movies. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m here a week, I’d be stressed that I was “missing out”, but at least I didn’t wallow in that.
I felt well enough in the evening to go for a walk with the hopes I’d work up an appetite for dinner. The sunset was beautiful and I took the opportunity to go slow and easy and take in the view of Paris.
Thoroughly working up an appetite after walking around for a few hours but not wanting to have to sit down for a full meal, I didn’t have a plethora of ideas of what to eat on a Sunday evening. As luck would have it, as I was wandering back to the apartment I realized I was close to L’As du Fallafel, which is on many people’s “favourites” or “must do” lists. I was a bit uncertain to whether or not my stomach would hold for fallafel, but I thought I’d give it a chance.
The line-up was long, but I learned that had a very efficient way of taking your order and money while you wait in line, (learned because 2 different men tried taking my order, but I was confused about what was going on and shoo-ed them away before realizing that this was their process).
Can’t wait for my stomach to be 100% again to get back to tackling all that Paris has to offer!
L’As du Fallafel – 34 Rue des Rosiers, 75004 PARIS