So I figured I’d wait a while to try a new restaurant since I’ve been working on other resolutions. After all, I have now completed NINE of my ten resolutions and it hasn’t even been six months. Go me! But the sacrifice is my waist line (and after trying on a few pairs of shorts, I’m realizing I need an exercise resolution, not a restaurant one).
The culprit in feeding me copious amounts of delicious food this time? L’unita.
I’ve attached pictures but it was so dark in there that we literally had to crowd four candles around the food to get a decent picture. Yes, were one of *those* diners.
After deciding to try out L’unita instead of Niagara Street Cafe (which beckoned my first twitter hater who didn’t like the fact that I wasn’t coming to Niagara Street Cafe because it was closing), I’m glad I made the choice.
I went into a detailed review of my first experience on Yelp. I’ll talk about the food on my second visit and the vibe as a whole here. Thus, the two reviews will be mixed. Continue reading
La piece de resistance. Aux Pains de Manon.
Halloween is over but it doesn’t mean the travel blogging community still can’t have fun! It’s like a holiday for us everyday (Kidding!). So in the choice of trick or treat, I choose treat and then tweet about it.
One of my favourite treats is in none other than the star city of baked goods, Paris. You’ll continue to hear me wax poetic about Paris because it’s that good. I was having a particularly emotional day because I just visited the Musee Marmottan Monet, the museum dedicated to Monet, with many pieces donated by his son. (Monet is my favourite painter.) It was the first time I got to see his waterlilies paintings up close, so I lost it. I was also battling being victim of bed bug bites and trying to figure out how to get compensated by my insurance provider that day (not as romantic). When I was looking for the internet/phone cafe I stumbled upon this cute little bakery called Aux Pains de Manon in the 16th. Itchy and all cried out, I deemed myself worthy enough to be the recipient of the most decadent piece of chocolate I could find. The above picture is my discovery. I am not sure what dessert it was. But this is the thing. I didn’t care. I just enjoyed it. Mouthful by mouthful, looking over at the elderly couple having a laugh or people passing by, I relished in my solitude. And it’s these little things that are the best treats of all.