Logging this about a week later, but happy to have finally finished this big volume, years after the original publication… late to the party, but better late than never
Seven years ago this month, my wife and I had just moved to Paris as a pair of newlyweds — I’d found a job. Today I had an errand to run on the same street where that first Parisian office used to be.
We spent about a year and a half there. Enough time to build routines — the restaurant next door for lunch, the bar around the corner for after-work drinks with colleagues.
Going back felt strange in a good way. The street has changed — new lunch spots, new offices — but the vibe is the same. It just keeps renewing itself every few years.
What hit me more was thinking about the distance we’ve covered. From fresh-off-the-boat Parisians to actually feeling at home here. My wife and I, and now us as a family.
Same street. Different people walking it.
As I was running my errand(s), I took myself out to lunch, in one of my favorite street food places in town, a place that means a lot to my wife & I.
A wonderful (belated) anniversary dinner and celebration last night, at Tram 130, a place I’ve been wanting to go to since it opened two years ago!
Highlights included:
the mix of Việt and French culture
the tasteful interior design
the food from start to finish: the bone marrow is to die for, the onion tart blends sweetness and savory flavors for a perfect starter, a balanced fried chicken with a sauce that brought me back to childhood, and the sweet notes of the desserts (matcha crème brûlée and basque-style cheesecake).
Also had a surprise visit from the boss Priscilla Tram herself :)