My good friend Katie is on exchange in Paris. As you might have seen, Erin and I manned up a couple of weeks ago, got our shit together and booked our Eurostar ticket to visit her before she moved back to London. A weekend of paris partying, girly chatting and eating pastries. I’m not sure I could have pictured a more perfect weekend.
One requirement of a girly weekend away (or any weekend away. or any weekend.) is brunch. Katie heard it was amazing and wanted to take us – little did we know it was probably one of the BEST places to have brunch in Paris!
The only problem with a fantastic brunch spot is that there will almost always be a long queue waiting ahead of you. And since we weren’t in any mood to get there at an hour before 10am, the peak inside the door was all we got.
We were starving, so we headed to the boulangerie around the corner called Liberte. It was fantastic.
So. Much. Baked. Goodness.
As much as I wanted to pile my arms high with baguettes and every pasterie under the sun, I controlled myself since I knew we were actually going to have a meal after. Instead, I narrowed my choices down to two.
A classic pain au choclat and a franchiser, both my standard favourites.
These two beauties were pretty pleased with their choices too – an apple pasterie and a raisin one.
I devoured my pain au chocolat. Baked goods just taste so much better in France than anywhere else, which is my excuse to just stuff my face constantly.
My pain au chocolat lasted a minimal time, and any attempts to save my friancher for later was not met with any success.
BERRIES. In a pistachio cake. Faaarrrrrckkkkkkkkkkk.
We waited in the queue for a while longer. As we started to be all “did they get here before us or after us?” we were finally given our table. Thank goodness. I was okay to wait though since I had a quick Instagram search in the line and someone had written it was worth the hour and a half wait.
Our was probably 45 minutes. This better be worth it. Bianca doesn’t wait.
Everything about here was a great mix of cute and cool, from the brick wall and fairy lights to the yellow menu and great font.
Any restaurant with a little pink Himalayan salt shaker gets bonus points with me.
And adorable personalised coffee mugs.
And you know what gets the most points of all?
Freaking DELICIOUS food. More specifically, pancakes.
We all ordered different ones, which made me very happy so I could show you different ones!
Katie ordered the sweet pancakes, with berries, cream nuts and syrup.
What a beauty, no?
Erin ordered what I was drooling over constantly in Paris. It was with fried egg, bacon, BOURBON BUTTER and maple syrup.
Okay, here’s the deal. As you know, I’m trying to not eat meat (bar fish) and things were happening. Usually I would have inhaled that bacon before you could say “piggy” but NOT ANYMORE.
I was craving savoury, and man did I want that bourbon butter, so I ordered the same and asked for it without the bacon.
The waitress was lovely and asked what I’d like to replace it with, maybe hashbrown or mushrooms? I love restaurants who suggest to replace things instead of expect you to order a replacement seperately and expect more money!
Anyway, what I ended up wiht was this.
Mushrooms. My beautiful mushrooms.
All in all, we were happy bunnies. VERY happy bunnies with pancakes.
The owners are Canadian, and holy mama do Canadians know pancakes or what.
It’s pretty easy to please girls. FYI to all aiming to impress.
We waddled out, stuffed to the brim with this deliciousness, which is when I noticed the cakes on the counter.
The fun of having a friend live in a city is that you don’t get sucked into tourist traps. From all my visits to Paris, this was the best breakfast I’ve had.
To be continued…