Pizza and Paris

 

When I learned for the first time that I would be coming to Paris, I imagined romantic dinners over candlelight at bistros and creperies with my boyfriend. Pizza parlors never figured into my reveries. But they should have, because pizza is just as beloved in Paris as it is in the United States. In addition, my boyfriend loves pizza with such fanaticism that I am bereft of the skills to the express the depth of such a love.

I am fairly certain, that in a perfect world he would eat pizza every night for dinner (gnocchi for lunch). As it is,we eat pizza roughly three times a week, and I am an accomplice to my own culinary overdose.While he was writing his thesis, he deserved to eat whatever helped keep him in a positive frame of mind. Now that he has finished his thesis, it seems unfair to withhold his just desserts, pizza or otherwise.

Last night, we went to Del Arte, an Italian chain restaurant that is very popular on a Friday night. His orders show just how creative toppings are, and thus why it is easier to be a pizza addict in France. For the main course, he ordered a four cheese pie with two sunny side eggs on top. For desert, he had another pie, this one topped with warm bananas and chocolate.

Tonight, we will be ordering delivery from Speed Rabbit Pizza, which we do fairly frequently. One of the BF's friends is coming over tonight to play video games, and pizza is the perfect no-fuss, fast dinner in between Guitar Hero and Final Fantasy (or whatever they will be playing). So when in France, do as the French do, and eat pizza.