IT BEGINS. I'll be commencing my Paris trip documentation, so if you care enough to follow my reviews but don't care about one of the greatest cities in the world, feel free to ignore me for the next couple of weeks.
After arriving at CDG early in the morning, we were looking for a place to store our luggage while waiting for our apartment rental to free up. We settled on Gare du Nord (large luggage storage cost of 9.50 Euro) and walked around the surrounding area for a couple of hours.
After taking in some sights and stopping by a local boulangerie, we started getting hungry and thirsty simultaneously and walked into the nearest brasserie. That happened to be Le Saint Georges, a quaint little place with dollar bills from around the world hung on the walls.
Some wine and say what's going on, though no ghosts seen here. Instead, we got a lovely owner that spoke precious little English, thereby immediately putting our French skills to work. A bottle of rose to start, followed by some Onion Soup, a basic cheese plate, and steak frites.
I love the dichotomy between standard fare French steak and the American steak that you can get at, say, Applebee's or Outback Steakhouse. American steak is generally remarkably well-seasoned, often overcooked. Conversely, French steak comes plainly dressed with precious little taste other than meat and meat juice. But dang, those suckers come perfectly tender. Two lovely, old French ladies next to us that looked like regulars also went with the steak frites, so I knew then it was a good choice.
The onion soup, not so much. It was somewhat disappointing. It looked pretty but lacked flavor. Anyways, some coffee and we were on our way. Overall, a solid, enjoyable brasserie. read more