Let me start off by saying that if you are a vegetarian, vegan, or you are afraid of carbs you would not survive in this country.
From what I have experienced in the last three weeks I can confirm one stereotype: the French like their bread and cheese. It’s true. It is normal to buy bread every day and eat it at every meal. It is not always a baguette, as there are several types of bread. Cheese also makes a regular appearance at dinner. However, unlike in American households, cheese is served after dinner (which works for me because then I don’t fill up on the stuff before and I don’t eat as much as I would at home because I don’t have as much room in my belly). When I say cheese I mean real cheese. Not block cheese, not prepackaged, sliced cheese. Real cheese. Yes my standards for cheese have already gone up. Being a carb lover, I find it difficult to refuse bread any time it comes my way. However, I have decided that if I don’t want to gain 100 pounds this year I better only eat bread at dinner (probably not gonna happen, but hey a girl can dream right?).
On Saturday night we went out to eat at a small restaurant called L’Alchimiste. Translation (although you probably don’t need it) “The Alchemist”. I found the name rather funny because honestly if I saw a restaurant named “The Alchemist” in State College, or anywhere else for that matter, I most likely wouldn’t go there. But when you are on exchange the word “no” is not used very often as you want to try a bit of everything.
At this particular restaurant there were two little appetizers. I don’t know what they were exactly because I knew that if I asked there would be a chance I wouldn’t eat it. But I do know for a fact that the one in the square container was fish something…
As my entrée I had a cold tomato soup with croutons: yummy
For the main dish I had turkey, sweet potatoes, and some of the best mashed potatoes I have ever had (the chef is a mashed potato specialist) and plenty of bread.