Tag: Paris

Paris Restaurant Review: Restaurant Alliance

Restaurant Alliance, Paris, France | Serious Crust by Annie Fassler
Restaurant Alliance, Paris, France | Serious Crust by Annie Fassler
Restaurant Alliance, Paris, France | Serious Crust by Annie Fassler
Restaurant Alliance, Paris, France | Serious Crust by Annie Fassler
Restaurant Alliance, Paris, France | Serious Crust by Annie Fassler

How the hell do you decide where to eat in Paris? Pardon my French (pun very much intended). When Jonah and I decided to spend a quick 36 hours in the city of light between Christmas with his family in Germany and landing in Lisbon, I immediately felt overwhelmed. In my opinion, Paris is not the kind of place you can do in that short amount of time! But Jonah and I had both been to the city before, so we decided to just spend the day walking and eating.

As a holiday gift, my mom sent me some money for a nice dinner out in Paris. The research commenced, and after much reading, we ended up settling on a place I found fairly early on in my hunt: Restaurant Alliance from chef Toshitaka Omiya and Shawn Joyeux, two men with lots of Paris kitchen experience. It seemed beautiful, small, and interesting – and that’s exactly what it was. The space was long and narrow, seating maybe 30 people in total in comfy chairs under beautiful round chandeliers. The space was very calm and quiet without being uncomfortably so; everything felt very relaxed. In the back of the dining room, a huge window allowed a peek into the kitchen where the chef works.

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A Not-So-Distant Memory

A Not-So-Distant Memory | Serious Crust by Annie Fassler
Serious Crust by Annie Fassler
Serious Crust by Annie Fassler
A Not-So-Distant Memory | Serious Crust by Annie FasslerSerious Crust by Annie Fassler

I can’t believe it was almost four weeks ago that Jonah and I left Thailand. I became much more attached to Chiang Mai than I thought I would be by the time we left. While the motorbike rides ended up killing my back, I miss puttering around the city, holding on to Jonah as we wove between cars. I miss leaving all the windows open at night and having the sounds of dogs and motorbikes rise up to remind us where we were. I miss the friends we quickly made and that I briefly got to know. I almost miss wearing sandals every day and that shorts were in regular rotation for me.

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