One Too Many

I'm afraid that one too many Caesars might have played a role in my impromptu trip to Paris. While on my self-imposed assignment to drink Toronto dry of the almighty Bloody Caesar, I felt inspired to book a little overseas vacay. 

Taking a break from Clamato juice garnished with pickled weird stuff and other foreign whatnots, and swapping it for a little café crème accompanied by a sweet flaky pastry, sounded like a good plan to me. 

It also helps when your favourite establishments send little teasers of what awaits you should you make the journey across the pond. Coming!! 

Lots more on that later.

So here I am at the airport waiting to board ...let's go to Paris!