My new year’s resolution to write (more often, more consistently, better, at all) has all but been forgotten. But February 17th is a new day and to kick things off around here with a manageable post, to dust off the key board and get back into the world of words, here are some pictures from my recent escape to Iceland and France. Enjoy!
We flew to Paris with Iceland Air, taking advantage of their free stop-over option. Just a short one because Iceland is very expensive. Surprisingly for an expensive place, many hotels and shops and random ice-cream shops in the middle of nowhere will give you free coffee. “No charge,” they’d say. And we’d be happy and warm and awake.
On our first day, the only place we felt we could afford in Reykjavik was a salad and soup buffet- unlimited food and a nice ambiance! The rest of the time we feasted on grocery-store nibbles (not pictured).
This soup was coconut (Thai-inspired) and delicious and warmed my insides. It was so good I didn’t think to take a picture until it was pretty much done.
We had heard about some sort of famous hot dogs that are a staple of drunken Icelanders. We put all our krona together and bought a couple.
Don’t tell Iceland, but these hot dogs are just as horrible as they look. Both parties got sick after eating them. Never trust weird creamy mustard crap.
Our flight to Paris was cancelled due to wind, but we managed to afford another day in Iceland by getting a hotel room and meals paid for (thanks, Iceland Air!)
This was our official voucher for our dinner at Olsen Olsen, issued by the hotel.
This is an Icelandic hamburger and fries meal. They have powdered ketchup if you want your fries to taste like ketchup chips.
When we got to Paris (just a day later than expected), we mostly made ourselves baguette with ham and butter, being the thrifty foodies we are. These were eaten in various cemeteries and on basilica steps.
There were exceptions to the ham and baguettes since we wanted to sample Parisian delicacies. Obviously.
We braved the line-up at a very popular “best falafel” place in Le Marais and I didn’t order falafel.
This is a chicken shwarma as big as my hand.
This is the chicken schwarma after I ate it (with help).
After walking off the schwarma and falafel, we stopped for your typical patisseries.
This is a chocolate eclair. I forgot to take a picture until I was halfway done.
Moving on to dinner, Paris is the city to indulge in prix-fixe, multi-course bistro dining.
For my birthday, I was taken to such a fancy-pants establishment. Check out what I ate (all in one sitting!):
It was such a fancy-pants place that they gave us beautiful bread and a terrine and pickles. I forgot to take a picture before we massacred it.
Fully knowing it was going to be far too rich for an appetizer, I still ordered a shrimp risotto with squid ink. The presentation was much nicer before I was half-way through with it (pictured here).
This was some kind of lamb. I might remember what it was more clearly if I had remembered to take a picture before I was done eating.
Delicious chocolate and cherry dessert. Looks a mess here but was quite nice when it arrived at the table when most instagrammers photograph their food.
We had big plans of avoiding touristy things and just, you know, being in Paris. Instead, we got Nutella-banana crêpes and went up the Eiffel Tower.
Crêpe et tour Eiffel. Looks gross. Wasn’t.
So that was a compilation of some of the food I ate. One day I will write some posts about the beauty of a frosted-over Versailles, the amazing geothermal wonders of Iceland, and all the things brought into relief when you’re used to travelling solo and then suddenly aren’t.