Yum Yums (meant to edit but had trouble. Apologies for grammar issues)

I took to the streets of Paris in the late afternoon and began to get my bearings on the city and its people. It may sound intimidating to walk aimlessly through the streets of a city of over 2 million people but it's not as bad as one may think. Just for kicks, I found the Louvre, the Great Arch and every perfume shop in-between. After three hours of walking and picture taking and ogling the beautiful women, I headed back to my residence for the week. The Vintage Hostel.

After a few minutes rest I set out again in search of food. By pure coincidence I ended up near the very train station I first arrived at and settled in at a street side cafe to which I don't think actually had a name aside from street side cafe. Im sure I was mistook for suave with my Brussels Marathon tshirt and tweed sports coat with suede patches at the elbows. I gave a quick glance to the menu and decided on smoked salmon crostini for my first course and steak tartar for my entree. This would be the meal of meals.

To begin I was brought a rectangular plate full of extra thinly sliced smoked salmon surrounded by toast points and garnished with fresh lemon slices and butter. Believe it or not, no need for butter here as the texture if the salmon took it's place. I carefully carved salmon and placed the severed locks onto the bread like Hawkeye Pierce would have done to a hurt and unjustly captured Korean soldier. Well maybe more like Winchester. He was always more meticulous. Each bite was heavenly and with a squeeze of lemon was even more indescribable.

I awaited my next course with a ever-filling stomach and glutenous anticipation. And out it came. Steak Tartar. Literally and without any masking, a ten ounce scoop of raw beef outlined with capers, finely diced pickle, white onion and fresh chopped parsley. It was completed by the similarly raw egg yolk set ever so gently on top of the beef like the crown on a king. Separately, these items may not be appealing yet together, served in unison are simply grand. I will admit it I could have done without the egg yolk. It has been done this way for so long and I've seen it on many a cooking program that it's just not awe striking anymore. Tasty but no big deal.

The meal in it's entirety was great and was the single most expensive meal I've ever bought for myself, just over 30 euros. So i splurged, so what. That's what Paris is for. At least once in a while.