I couldn’t leave Paris without having an authentic French meal. My Tita gave a couple of recommendations around the Eiffel Tower area and we picked La Fontaine de Mars, a typical bistro in a 1930s setting. It was also a celebratory dinner of sorts, a lovely treat of my cousin Kris for acing her dental surgery class. Her teacher was so impressed with her skills, especially as a first time surgeon! We couldn’t be more proud.
Fontaine, as it turns out, is a tourist favorite but upon arriving at the cozy two-storey corner building, it was filled with locals already enjoying their meals. We were seated in the second floor with a noisy, animated bunch of about twelve people chatting non-stop, with matching pounding on the table while laughing out loud. Never knew the French could let loose like that!
On to the star of the night, the food.