After touching down at Charles de Gaulle, I grabbed my baggage (sure, all a number of items—don’t act such as you didn’t see this coming), hopped right into a taxi, and endured an hour-long tour of Parisian site visitors. By the point I reached my lodge, after tangoing with two of the world’s busiest airports in sooner or later, all I wished was to flop into mattress and let room service save my soul. However plot twist! As I test in, I discover out this superb, bells-and-whistles lodge doesn’t do room service. Significantly? You’ve acquired all the pieces, however the one factor that basically counts?
It was creeping up on 9:00 p.m.—aka dangerously near my bedtime.
As a substitute of spending the night time nibbling biscuits and sipping wine in my room (not as glamorous because it sounds), I made a decision to rally. I threw on one thing presentable and set out for dinner, armed with my trusty checklist of Parisian hotspots. Tonight’s decide: Le Relais de l’Entrecôte.
Fortunately, it was only a brief stroll from my lodge. However after I acquired there? Whole blackout second. My watch stated one factor; the road of 25+ individuals stated one other. Drained, ravenous, and now in queue purgatory, I muttered to myself, “This place higher dwell as much as the hype—or else!”
Roughly an hour later, I made it. The sought-after front-of-the-line spot. THANK GOD.
