The nadir of my dining in Paris so far is a joint right across from
Notre Dame at the end of the Petit Pont. There's a string of several
outdoor cafes; good for a beer, bad for food. Should have run away
with I saw they proudly advertised "salad served in a bowl made of
bread!". Nasty day old pizza dough, inedible. And the salade nicoise
was lacking in all the goodness that makes a French salad. Hey,
they're not all good.
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