Breakfast in America

Don't get me wrong, I will never get tired of eating a croissant or pain au chocolate for breakfast. EVER. However, a few weeks ago, our group decided that we needed a change, or rather a return, to the breakfast we adore from back home.


Luckily for us, there is a diner in Paris! It's called "Breakfast in America" and they serve, you guessed it, classic American breakfast foods.  It's a bit of a trek for us, but well worth it. On our walk, we were so ravenous, we never thought we'd find it but were all the more excited when we finally did.

There was already a line out the door.  We arrived as a large group of fourteen, problematic on a Sunday morning.. err, afternoon. We informed the hostess that they could split us up however they thought best, whatever would allow us receive our food in the quickest way possible.

After waiting in line for about fifteen minutes or so, the hostess came outside and told us that she could fit up to nine people in a booth. It looked like a tight squeeze so I decided to hang back so as to have use of my elbows.  About five or ten minutes after that, she came back outside and told the last five of us that she had a table that would fit us.

The menu was overwhelming, solely because I wanted to order every single item. Omelettes! Bacon! Pancakes! Coffee! I just couldn't decide. Apparently, no one else could either so we made the (extremely wise) decision to go for the Sunday brunch meal. It was a special occasion, after all.

My meal came with two eggs (over-easy), two sausage links, home fries, two slices of toast, three chocolate chip pancakes, a cup of OJ, and an ENDLESS MUG O' JOE (Was that a little too much? Sorry, I just couldn't hide my excitement over an actual, real cup of coffee.. AKA not espresso). I couldn't decide between bacon and sausage so another girl, Shannon, at my table and I decided to split ours. I ordered the sausage and she ordered the bacon and then we switched one for one. Perfect.

The first round consisted of the eggs, bacon, sausage, and home fries. We were also given our glass of OJ and our mug o' joe. I paused for a moment to take a picture and appreciate a simple meal that helped ease the homesickness a bit. Once everyone got their food, we all dug in.  It took Shannon looking around, laughing, and saying "guys.." before I realized that we hadn't spoken for several minutes because we were too busy devouring our food. We all started laughing and commenting on how the French natives there were probably saying, "stupide americains" under their breath as the saw us. From then on we paced ourselves a little better.

We realized at the end of that round that we hadn't received our toast so we asked our waiter if it was coming later. He informed us that, while the menu says the toast is included, we have to ask for it... Okay. So, after a couple confused glances, I asked if we could have our toast. He agreed and went off to get it. When he returned, he brought back four slices and walked away again. Problem was, there were five of us. We laughed, even more confused.  Another waitress stopped by just at that moment so we asked what the right amount of toast for five people is, she told us that we were each supposed to have two slices and she, kindly, went to get the right amount.

Round One.

At this point, the other table in our group was finished eating so they left to explore Paris, a few had friends visiting from Granada for the weekend, and do homework.  We did not plan on leaving anytime soon.

The next round was made up of our pancakes. I, naturally, ordered chocolate chip pancakes. I guess I was too excited or hungry but I forgot to take a picture. You'll just have to picture them in your head. They were classic, all-American, chocolate chip pancakes. And they were delicious. I gobbled them up.

The Aftermath.

After this, two people in our group left to make their way over to the Louvre since one of them was only visiting for the weekend. That left Shannon, Owen, and myself at our booth at Breakfast in America.  There was no line out the door anymore since in was getting later in the afternoon.  We took our time enjoying our coffee (I may have had four cups...) and talking.

After we had our fill of coffee, we decided to split the Obama Milkshake. I don't know how we could even think of eating anything else after the large meal we had just consumed. It just sounded too good to pass up, though. It's a chocolate and peanut butter milkshake, so of course I said yes!

The Obama, in all its' glory.

When we finished the scrumptious milkshake, we decided that it may finally be time to head home.

Of course, I came to Paris to be immersed in the French culture so Breakfast in America won't be a common occurrence. However, it was a fun day and something I will definitely do again (maybe in a month or two).