By: Wela Quan
It may seem strange to a lot of people that a girl who grew up in the land of cowboys (Alberta, Canada) would be a self proclaimed ‘Francophile’. While cowboy culture is known for its down to earth style, the French are known for…well anything but! Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of going to Paris. I learned French, something very rare for Albertans and I watched all the popular French movies. You can imagine the sheer excitement for me when I finally booked my trip to France this past January. I was not only counting the days, but the minutes till I could finally see France for myself.
And then a volcano erupted.
I decided that the only way I could comfort myself was through eating and more particularly eating French food. Though I never fully appreciated French food during my childhood in Alberta, 3 years of living in Montréal (Québec, Canada) opened up a world of French cuisine to me. From the hard baked French breads to the fatty but mouth-watering foie gras, I took to French food like a kid in a candy store.
Since Ethan had also taken to French food, he recommended going to
Balthazar, a popular French restaurant in SoHo. He had gone at least twice before, but both times he was there, he only had the Seafood Tower (plateaux de fruits de mer) so this time he wanted to try something new.