Paris, France – My best friend and I used to run a little food and lifestyle blog – it was part of our self-proclaimed mission to document our many laughter-riddled misadventures together. It was about travel, food, fashion, lifestyle and fitness, and we made a huge effort in trying to maintain it, until we threw in the towel, knowing we were both moving into different directions with our creativity.
Fast forward to about three years later, after a joint stint of launching a beauty startup for another company, and wearing our creativity to the ground, we both ventured out to explore the things that truly made our little hearts skip a beat. For me, this meant going back to my roots of being a lone wolf and back to travel, with an added interest in superfoods and veganism as an aftermath of my prolonged stayed in Bali, as well as a newfound love for making clothes, for my soon-to-launch RTW brand. For Erica, this meant a head-first plunge into her love for food, consequently uprooting her stagnant Manila life and moving it to the land of wine and cheese. Always supportive and always impressed by how Erica continues to grow in her love for the culinary world, I spent a second summer visiting her in Paris, which is where she spends her time slaving off in kitchens while being bombarded with French kitchen commands she probably only half understands. Our BFF time always includes a never-ending supply of Manila gossip, a rather quickly emptying glass of something alcoholic and now also a barrage of delicious and often fattening food, which most of the time, is heavily influenced by French cuisine. Which, for obvious reasons, suits me just fine.
With my habit of booking last minute flights to see her in order to satisfy my antsy feet (and demanding tummy), I took a flight out of Spain in June to see her in her now-native Paris – an unforeseen but actually predictable event that would lead to me exploring how much amazing Paris food I could stuff into myself while maintaining a pretty strict budget. In the end, we spent our money wisely between low-mid budget lunches and home cooked meals, proving that you can do Paris, do it well, and not break the bank. Because let’s face it, unlike the countless bloggers who get invited to stay at the George V and wake up to trays of French carbohydrate-rich breakfasts they probably don’t really consume, us regular mortals don’t have a never-ending supply of sponsorships to satisfy our palettes.
Since eating out in Paris can be quite the daunting mission, as the city is full of absolutely amazing but sometimes also surprisingly disappointing meal options, I have taken the liberty of documenting our favorite spots of my visit, in case you find yourself in the city of love with very limited lingual skills and no idea where to start enjoying its culinary delights.
A big thank you to my food & wine partner for her hospitality and also for reminding me where we actually ate (and what), without whom this post would never be able to go live.
“Our bodies hummed with contentment.” - Julia Child, My Life In France