Day 50: An Australian brunch for the soul!
- Marlena Skrabak
- Jul 28, 2019
- 4 min read
Updated: Aug 21, 2019
Brunch was all that was on my mind. That and the coolness of outside that I was beyond thankful for. It rained HARD last night, even thunderstorm-ed I would say, the rain pelting the window with a force that felt like an angry response to the unbearable warmth of the day before.
Even though getting up was difficult, the prospect of warm food on this dreary day was inviting. Thankfully, I checked the weather and packed an umbrella because otherwise I would have walked in to the restaurant quite drenched.
Holybelly 5 was our cute destination, an Australian café with brick and white wall interior, burnt orange booths, an array of green plants, and copper hardware accents. The vibes were good and I was ready to eat. Meeting up with Anna, the three of us all chose something different to satisfy our cravings. I ended up getting two poached eggs, with toast from Du Pain et Des Idées, creamy butter, a spherical hashbrown, and several slices of halloumi and lemon. "Yum" multiplied by a thousand would be an accurate representation. Then, of course, this wouldn't be complete without a soft and smooth latte. Happy is an understatement. This was just what I needed. After our beautiful brunch experience with a sweet Australian waitress, we made our way back home, and I said goodbye to my friend. Until next time.
Back at the apartment, it finally hit me how tired I truly was as wave after wave of exhaustion rolled over me. The fact that I thought I was going to be able to get some work done really shows how out of it I was. Anna and I spread ourselves out on her bed chatting about the past few days until we then felt it was time to see what we wanted to wear for the evening. Going through literally every SINGLE possible outfit, I ended up going with an iteration of an outfit that I had on at the very beginning. Isn't that always how it works...?
Needing a little snack to hold our tired selves over, we sat in the kitchen, put on the fourth Harry Potter and had some bread and butter. A little while later, our host family came in through the door to which Anna bolted. Her dress was on inside out, a fact I pointed to her when we first sat down at the table, but it had been just us and neither of us cared. It was a funny scene though, and I just stood there watching the strangeness all go down. I do believe that our host family was slightly bewildered as to why she bolted so quickly and then came back. No questions were asked though so we simply moved into my bedroom to watch some more. We were being potatoes, what can I say.
Meeting with three friends at 21h00, we made our way to the metro. We were going to be slightly late. Harry Potter comes first obviously. Arriving at Pink Mamma, we were disappointed to find out that they were completely full for the evening. As this place does not take any reservations, you just have to get there early enough to put your name down. We were too late. Even the fact that our one friend knew one of the hostesses didn't help. They were truly booked. Oh, well...we would find something else. Heading up north towards Montmartre, we ran climbed a steep hill until we stumbled upon a cute Italian place at the top called Tentazioni. Taking a seat outside in the breezy night, the experience was etherial as the Montmartre hill rose up behind us and the city of Paris spread out before us. It was a celebration; one of our classmate's was now 21 and not that it means much in Europe but it is still a milestone. We all rose our glasses full of white wine to her and to the city of Paris. One week left. Here we go.
As a group, we shared fried courgette flowers and fresh focaccia. Anna and I then shared linguine with pesto topped with a gigantic mound of burrata on top and a little basil leaf. My mouth was watering at the sight. Then, being our friend's birthday, we had a little tiramisu to finish the meal. Each and every item was genuine and delicious. We could not have chosen a better place on a whim.
Dinner conversation consisted of a fruit and its flower, DNRs, and the new Cats trailer...We keep it interesting.
Next it was time for a little more celebrating. Thinking we may return to Marlusse et Lapin, we were surprised to find that it had closed. While sad, Anna and I were happy that we had at least had the chance to enjoy the wacky interior once. It is decorated like the inside of your grandma's house, in theory.
Instead, we decided to make our way towards the speakeasy underneath Pink Mamma called No Entry. We had to walk through the meat cellar to read the bar; it was a space that thrived off of the experience and history of its existence. We sat in velvet seats and the walls were lined with glass jars filled with liquid and flowers lit up from behind. Beautiful and eerie at the same time, it was quite the fascinating interior design. I ordered La Ragazza Alla Panna cocktail which had, in French, Whisky Johnnie Walker Black Label infusé au waffle, Carpano Antica Formula, cold brew, bitter cardamome, et chantilly coco. No regrets whatsoever.
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