Royale with Cheese and a Beer, Please
I just got back from Paris today and it’s been a great 5 day trip. My first day in I walked around and was looking for a place to stay, because the smart-ass that I am, I decided to go there without any arrangements for a residence. I looked for hostels but they were all real expensive and since I thought the French were like the rest of the Europeans and spoke fluent English, I was direly mistaken. Only certain people in working environments spoke the sacred language, and even though I studied French for 8 or so years as a second language back in Canada, I couldn’t forumlate a decent sentence apart from “Je m’appelle, Robby.” So after wandering aimlessly for hours, I got onto a metro and found the whole system quite simple. I made my way to a place someone told me there would be loads of hostels. I got off the metro and while I was crossing the street, I accidently peered to my left and saw this gigantic structure known to the world as the Eiffel Tower. I almost got hit by a car because the tower really struck me and it was quite impressive. Really much more beautiful than it appears to be on pictures.
I found a hotel room for 75 Euros which I was able to bargain down to 70 Euros. It was clean and had a tele which had only BBC in English. The next day I met with a friend of a friend and we went around and I got to meet her friends. Then they found me a hostel for 22 Euros a night and my first roommate was a weird gay who really creeped me out so I decided to ask for a different room, which I got after the receptionist read the name who I was sharing the room with. She laughed and said she’ll definitely change rooms for me. I think he lived in the hostel for years now. He might have been a pedefile who was denied to rent out any other decent room…. Anywho, at night we went out clubbing and it was a great night. Vodka, VIP area, no waiting in line-ups, pure boss shit. The guy I was there with apparently got in a fight with someone for pushing him. I thought his hand was definitely broken, but luckily it was only bruised. I loved the fact that we went out at 2:30 am and left around 7 am. When in Toronto the last call for drinks is 2am. They really know how to have fun in Europe.
The next few days I just went around and sight-saw. It’s actually the best city I’ve ever been to. Even though the girls in Amsterdam are some of the prettiest girls and in abundance I’ve ever seen, I would say I’d enjoy living in Paris more. It’s a bigger city, the metro system is advanced, it’s live 24/7 and people there are always running some place unlike Dam. It’s also clearly the capital of the fashion world. I arrived there with a single backpack and ended up leaving with another two bag fulls of clothes. I really didn’t have any desire to buy anything, but when I saw the clothes they sold there I couldn’t help myself.
But last and definitely not least, as you probably know, Pulp Fiction is my all-time favourite movie and I just had to check out if they really do call a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese a “Royale with Cheese” and if they did sell beers in McDonald’s. And it made my fucking day when I walked into a McDonald’s there and saw on the menu a Royale with Cheese and in the drinks section there was a choice of Kronengbourg 1664 beer. Overall my 5 day trip was extremely fun and better than expected and I’m really grateful to the group of people that showed me around. To all my facebook friends, I posted an Album with all my Paris pics if you’d like to check ’em out. And to those who’d like to be my friend, simply click here. Cheers!