Bienvenue en France: A Love Letter To My First Meal in Paris
"This was my first proper French home-style meal I had after moving to Paris. When the barkeep offered me a glass of wine while waiting for a table, I was so scared because of all those horror stories I’d heard about a stranger offering me a drink in Europe, so I just said "no merci". Shortly after, the manager offered me a seat at the bar (making room for me by pushing one of their regulars to the side) and gave me a glass of wine with house-cured olives. That was when I realized they were simply being nice to me because despite my broken French, I still tried to speak to them, and unlike other Parisians, I...