We were staying at a nice hotel right on the Seine. Down the street was a large area with restaurants. We chose one and sat down to look at the menu. The waiter came over. I had my chef card in French out and ready. The menu was in French and English, which was helpful because I had a better idea of what I was ordering. Unfortunately, our waiter had quite the attitude! I tried to order what I thought was a very simple chicken dish, then gave the waiter my card. He shook his head, saying he could not help me, and that he didn't know what was in it. I asked him if he could bring it to the chef, which he refused to do. I then asked if I could just get some plain pasta, which still was apparently a big deal to him. He wouldn't help me, so I wouldn't order from him! The rest of my family had already ordered. It was pretty late, so I didn't want to make them find another restaurant. I sat patiently while they ate their dinner.
After our first dining experience in France, I was not too excited for many more fabulous dining out fiascos! We walked around after dinner, trying to find a store where I could find something to eat. We came across a Ben & Jerry's! Now, I will admit that I am often extremely disappointed at the noticeable presence of globalization in so many countries, BUT in this case I was not! I know that ice cream should not be a replacement for a meal, but sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures. They had pints of it with English ingredients, so I split a pint with my sister and called it my dinner!
The rest of our time in Paris was a mix of difficult eating experiences. It was certainly not my most food-fulfilling week! The only food I could eat at the patisserie was bread. I watched as my mom would try delicate and delicious looking desserts. It can be disappointing, but as long as I am keeping myself safe, and finding something to fill my stomach, I am okay!