Falafarama

We made it to the Ile St. Louis and chose Amorino as the frozen treat of the moment. They're Berthillon's big competitor and really delicious. They also shape their ice cream cones to look like flowers, and like Juli said, sometimes presentation is everything (Amorino pics to come).

We continued on to the Marais. We had been wanting falafel since the day before, Saturday, but all the falafel joints had been closed for the sabbath. Now they were super packed. We queued up to L'As Du Fafalel, which Juli had read was one of the best one, and waited for one of the order takers to come by. The order takers were hilarious, they looked like total New Jersey guidos, but with yarmulkes. You basically give them your 5E, they give you a slip, wait your turn to get to the window, and then trade your slip for a falafel (with or without spicy sauce).

Weird thing was the illustration on the glass above the window. The resturant mascot seems to be a smiling, but slightly deranged, falafel, He has onion eyes, olive pupils, a tomato nose, and a tahini smile, with what looks like a pepper for teeth. It was a little too anthropomorphic for my taste, like maybe he would bite you back with his spicy pepper teeth when you tried to eat him.

But I don't like to be intimidated by food (unless it's three months old and comes out of my grandma's freezer), so I overcame the ickiness, wrapped that little sucker up and we walked to the Seine to eat. I showed that falafel who was boss. And it was, indeed, crazy delicious.