Here we are in Paris at my favorite udon restaurant of all time, until I have better–Kunitoraya. There’s a very good reason why we returned four times during our week-long stay in Paris (certainly not for lack of variety). Fortunately, our “irregular” time schedule afforded us quick service and zero line-waiting (apart from one-time). Otherwise, we’d be waiting in a 30+minute line during peak meal times. It’s a uniquely designed restaurant, with the main dining area situated in a very cool basement. I love when interior design preserves the essence of an original building. But then again, I just like it when things look cool.
Kunitoraya: As an appetizer, we have here pork katsu
Kunitoraya: The main attraction in all its glory–kunitora udon aka heavenly udon pork concoction orgasmic delicious
Kunitoraya. I’m so ashamed. If it weren’t for being so stuffed, I would have licked every last speck of msg off my bowl. Not sure if there was really MSG, but you do feel thirsty afterward.
Kunitoraya. I forgot to mention the side of rice my beau ordered. We weren’t very hungry, obviously.
I didn’t write the name of the restaurant down, but it’s located near Kunitoraya. There’s a reason why we were the only ones in the restaurant, but it definitely wasn’t our worst experience. Gyoza.
The same restaurant located near Kunitoraya. This is their rendition of beef stew noodles, which was basically noodles, beef, and a few veggies thrown into diluted broth. The beef was actually good, now that I remember.
All over the internet is huge hype about L’as Du Fallafel. I guess we should have ordered falafel since they’re famous for that, but neither of us like falafel, so we ordered shawarma, which was tasty, but not craveable-get-in-my-belly-NOW type of shawarma– really muted for middle eastern food. This is what happens when you’re spoiled with delicious cuisines, you become stupid picky. Anyway, there was an enormous line of people waiting. Fortunately, J figured out early on we were waiting in the wrong (dine-in) line. This is another reason to learn as many useful languages as possible.
L’as Du Fallafel: Here you have a man preparing our order.
L’as Du Fallafel: innards of shawarma wrap
L’as Du Fallafel: beverage. Speaking of Oragina, this brand has very unique advertisements littered all over Parisian streets and TV, which may seem strange, but is quite normal to a select few. That’s what I love about most parts of Europe though, creative freedom. Anyway, their commercials are known for fetishizing animals or bestiality or wishful thinking. Puts the “vagina” into orange soda (Orangina). See below for an example:
OHHhhh I digress. Here’s the shawarma wrap thingy we both got. Probably could have settled on just one. But that’s the greedy fat American in me! I have to say, the eggplant is kick ass.
I betcha can’t guess what this structure is!
Pont Alexandre III Bridge view from a river boat. I’ll let you read about the bridge here. The most spectacular of all bridges we floated under on the Seine.
Quasimodo must have been on strike, because I didn’t hear anyone yell “SANCTUARY! besides me of course. It’s just one of those necessary things you have to do when you’re a stupid tourist.
Au Coin des Gourmet: The best thing here was the beef salad, everything else was meh.
Au Coin des Gourmet
Au Coin des Gourmet: Chicken wings
Oh come on, I wouldn’t really take a picture of a pile of sh*t. This is, in fact, fish at Au Coin des Gourmet.
Sometimes you just need to kick off your shoes and watch movies in your hotel room with the one you love and your boyfriend. I joke. Delivery pizza from a nearby place that was still open at 11 PM.
Pho 14. A familiar picture because this is the 2nd visit while in Paris. Still stands as the best in the world (until i have better).
Mövenpick remains my favorite green mint and chip ice-cream since I had it first in Sydney, Australia.
Kunitoraya was closed so we settled for meh korean bbq across the street.
Chicken wings at the Korean place
A pork something dish at the Korean restaurant
Kimchi jiggae at the Korean restaurant–meh.
Raspberry sorbet at that restaurant name printed on the chocolate chip.
Banana split at the same restaurant as above.
My favorite macaroon shop at a special find near (surprise, surprise), Kunitoraya. The Japanese peeps really know how to add their own touch. If you want to visit, just go to Kunitoraya, then locate the closest Japanese bakery with a lot of people in it. I will write down names next time. I will try to write down names next time.
Flavors: black sesame, yuzu (kinda weird, prefer yuzu on meat), green tea, and I’m drawing a blank on the fourth flavor.
How did this picture get here? Anyways you have to order the egg rolls from Pho 14. Darnnit, I hate it when my pictures are out of order; but not enough to reorganize them.
Space Invaders all over Paris, I heard they helped promote his show?
Susuru- Japanese noodle bar in Berlin. We were hoping to recreate the experience we had in Paris with Kunitoraya. Not quite… but good nevertheless!
Chicken dish at susuru
Donuts at Dunkin Donuts, but not like the soft, fluffy ones in the US.
A hoarder pole.
Remind me to not have large expectations at upscale restaurants when I’m looking for a vegetable garden on my plate to satisfy my veggy craving. I think I had a total of 3 arugula leaves in my “salad.” But this dish was soooo good. In Berlin, forgot the name, it was Italian, Buca di Beppo?
“Buca di Beppo” suckling pig. I couldn’t choose between this and pasta, so…
I pooped out last night’s spaghetti and ate both.
Bicycle rides around Berlin offer you unparalleled views of the city and its art.
1 hour long (i think) bike ride later, we reached the mother of all chicken + garlic butter. YA HALA!!!!!!
Ya Hala: You will never have chicken (you might) this perfectly prepared and juicy, accompanied by crispy seasoned fries and oh-so-creamy garlic butter.
Monsieur Vuong: egg rolls
Monsieur Vuong: this is why we come here… the spicy sauce! If you want your spicy sauce to slap you in the face, come here.
Raspberry and green tea/hibiscus sorbet at Häagen-Dazs.
Monsieur Vuong: darn, out of order again. Lime soda
Monsieur Vuong: chicken pho. Doesn’t taste like traditional pho, but add a little or a lot of that spicy sauce kick I mentioned before and you’re golden
Took a detour to Helsinki. Gorgeous.
Die Antwood at Helsinki. One of the most entertaining bands.
Proud to say, I had a close-up profile view of Ninja’s flopping penis as he bounced up and down in his boxers.
One of the most entertaining bands that crowds will understand someday. If you’ve ever watched Die Antwoord, you’ll understand. They’re really fun.
Back to Berlin at Hasir. Actually, our first stop back in Berlin was Hasir. They’ve expanded their restaurant. Not exactly as I remembered, but still freakin’ delicious. Here is a doner plate.
Hasir: Ground chicken
Mall food for a quick fix before we watched the longest movie of my life—the tree of life.
I was craving beef stew noodles so I found DoDeli in Berlin via someone’s blog. BLEHHHH it would have been tasty if they didn’t put huājiāo in EVERY spicy dish. This spice is commonly used in Sichuan cuisine and it numbs your mouth, at least, it gives you a buzzing sensation which sucks and defeats the purpose of eating a spicy dish if you can’t feel your tongue. That’s an exaggeration..you can taste the food but your tongue feels weird when you eat.
Dodeli: OK fried rice
Dodeli- bleh boiled dumplings aka shui jiao.
Stopped by a flea market on our bike ride back to the hotel
Houses that line a river, home to the otter people as someone said to me.
Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe. I’m not sure if we were exactly allowed to stand atop the concrete structures, but I saw a lot of other people doing it and being the natural follower, I followed suit. Absolutely with zero intention of disrespecting the memorial.
Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe
Constipation can strike anywhere.
We love the subway system in Berlin. My attempt to capture this moment with an application on my phone that didn’t let me use the reverse camera thingy, so I had to guess. The extra stress of gawking passengers didn’t help.