Lenny Kravitz Falafel – L’as Du Fallafel

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This weekend, like about 75% of the world’s population, I went to go see The Hunger Games movie. And, while the movie was great, I left the theatre with another realization – Lenny Kravitz is my spirit animal. Not only do we share an ill-conceived interest in poorly applied gold eyeliner (it looks better on him than me), but Lenny also introduced me to the best meal I’ve. Ever. Eaten.

Lenny Kravitz, Spirit Animal

While in Paris, we were always on the lookout for a good, cheap meal. One night, while we perusing someone’s random guidebook, we came across an interesting little piece of information – Lenny Kravitz named L’As Du Falafel in the Marais the “best falafel in the world.” So, of course, we had to go. I mean, who better than Lenny Kravitz, a somewhat random and obscure American popstar (in 2008, the time of our trip, he hadn’t really done anything of note since winning a Grammy for a cover of the Canadian song “American Woman” in 2000) to provide his expert opinion on Mediterranean street food?

While we visited L’As Du Fallafel as a sort of joke, it was obvious that the operation at this hole-in-the-wall joint was anything but – the line, which extended at least  20 feet down Rue du Rosiers, is deftly handled by an employee or two with an order pad taking orders and collecting cash.

L'As Du Fallafel

This kept the queue moving really quickly, so in less than 10 minutes I had a steaming hot pita, bursting at the seams, in my hands.

Photo credit David Lebovitz

From the first bite, it was obvious that this falafel was something special. The pita was sturdy enough to hold all its contents, which included a large helping of creamy hummus, pickled red and white cabbage, and a large slice of buttery eggplant, not to mention four or five balls of the best falafel in the world. And the whole thing’s topped off with a drizzle of delicate tahziki sauce and an optional “piquante” sauce (they’ll ask you at the window if you want your falafel “piquante” and the answer is YES. A thousand times, yes).

And L’As Du Fallafel is incredibly proud of Lenny Kravitz’s good word – they’ve got about six pictures and articles about Lenny posted on their walls, alongside a bunch of other reviews and awards. Turns out, France is a big fan of Lenny Kravitz in general; in 2011, he was received as an Officer into the French government’s prestigious Ordre des Artes et des Lettres.

I’m not sure if L’As Du Fallafel is the “best in the world,” because I’ve only had a chance to eat at a handful of places. But, it certainly outshines the other falafel places in the Marais (I’ll admit cheated on L’As Du Fallafel on occasion when their line was just too long) and it’s certainly the best I’ve eaten (many places serve a falafel that’s too dry, accompanied by uninspired garnishes like lettuce and tomato). But if Lenny Kravitz says it’s true, I’ll take his word for it for now. And you should, too… next time you make it to Paris grab your own falafel at 34 Rue du Rosiers (Metro: St. Paul).

What’s a Picture Worth?

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My dad was teaching me how to load my 35mm point-and-shoot with film. “So you pop it in like this. And make sure that you pull the film just enough to fit right in over here. But don’t pull too  much. Make sure it’s snug, then close the camera and the film will advance. Get it?”

“Got it!” Or, at least I thought I did. Before my parents drove me to the airport, we packed my back with 12 rolls of film. During my 10 day trip to France and Italy, I loaded each of the remaining rolls myself and, when they picked me up from the airport, we made a detour on the way home to get my filmed developed.

Two days later, my mom and I stood in front of the photo processing counter at CVS looking at 24 photos of me and my classmates at the Houston airport and 264 shiny, black 4x6s of nothing. I’d loaded every roll of film incorrectly. Continue reading »

Irreverent Perspectives on Beloved Monuments: The Anne Frank House

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The Anne Frank House in Amsterdam

I guess I was never the biggest fan of The Diary of Anne Frank, probably because it was required reading in 8th grade and I’m never too crazy about anything I’m forced to do. I remember thinking, “Wow, Otto, you just broke parenting rule numero uno – you not only read your daughter’s private journal, but then you published it posthumously for all the world to read.” Talk about mortifying! I really don’t think that Anne intended for millions of children to read her private thoughts for decades to come; she’s definitely pretty frank (har-de-har-har) about her thoughts and feelings while holed up in the Annex for two years. Remember when she talks about her latent bi-curious tendencies? Or goes on and on and on about her puppy love for not one, but two, boys named Peter (like, really editors? You couldn’t have just changed one boys name to Paul or Mike or Sam or something?) All I’m saying is – I used to steal my sister’s journal and read it and, based on her incredibly negative reaction when she found out I’d invaded her privacy, I can’t even imagine what she would do to me if I’d published her thoughts for public consumption. But I digress…

We’re talking about the Anne Frank Huis, the Frank’s Amsterdam hideout where the family, and four others, spent over two years in hiding amidst the German occupation of Amsterdam during World War II. The Secret Annex was saved from demolition in 1957 and opened to the public as a museum in 1960. I stopped by on my most recent (okay, only) visit to Amsterdam and this is my review:

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On Being Dissatisfied

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“When I met you, I was like, ‘this girl is real, she’s someone I feel like I should be friends with,’” she said. “But I gotta tell you, it seems like you’re above this – you seem like you’re only half here. You seem older than you are. I dunno, kind of over this whole scene. Always holding back a little bit. Not unhappy, but dissatisfied or something.”

Clinging to the “older” comment, I immediately touched my face, feeling for wrinkles – lines I’m sure have developed since I started this smoking habit I just haven’t been able to kick. I was taken aback by her frankness, and more than a little incensed. Here was a girl I barely knew – at most an acquaintance, still just a stranger really – calling me out on this bullshit that wasn’t even true!

At first I chalked it up to drunkenness; it was a mutual friend’s birthday and we were both a couple of drinks in, she didn’t know what she was talking about. But I really started to think about it today and I realized she’s right. I am dissatisfied, probably even unhappy. Continue reading »

Four tips for finding affordable flights

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This is a blog about travel so this is, of course, the obligatory post about finding great deals on flights. This mostly applies to flights within the US, or from the US to an international destination. Tips on saving money while traveling within other continents to come soon…

Ticket retailers play a lot of tricks on consumers in order to maximize the amount of money they can make on each ticket. Websites like Expedia and Travelocity change their prices not only from day to day, but from one hour to the next. This can make shopping for tickets insanely frustrating, or like a fun little game… depending on whether or not you’ve educated yourself on the rules. Continue reading »

Oh, The Places We’ll Go

They say if you think about something every day, that’s probably what you should be doing with your life. I’m not sure who this “they” guy is, but I’m guessing he might be the President of the Stalkers Guild of America. Regardless, I think he’s on to something.

Since my trip to Europe in the summer of 2009, I’ve seldom gone more than a day or two without thinking of that seven country adventure. I don’t think so much about any particular thing I saw (though the Reichstag was incredible), or the trouble we got ourselves in to (okay, it probably wasn’t the wisest idea to get in the car with strangers in Paris the summer after that movie Taken came out). I think more about the people that I met and the conversations I had, learning about perspectives I’d never before considered and, more importantly, learning that 20-somethings are pretty much 20-somethings no matter where in the world you go. And thinking about the trip also reminds me of my best friends and travel partners – Nessie, Sarah, and Matthew – who now live spread across the country and the world. Sometimes I still miss the sibling-like closeness we enjoyed that summer, sharing beds and couches and lots and lots of laughs.

But most often, I think more about the way that traveling made me feel. I could be exhilarated, scared, intrigued, blissfully happy and insanely frustrated all at once… and that was just while trying to have a conversation with a cashier at the train station.

These daydreams are often prompted by the most random of events – recently, the smell of a friend’s kitchen in Houston reminded Sarah and me of the smell of a house we couchsurfed at one weekend in London. That weekend was our first in Europe, with days full of museums and monuments we’d never seen before, and nights full of people we’d never see again.

We came home with stories, tips, and some mistakes to share, as well as an insatiable desire to keep traveling. Matthew now works as a teacher in Prague, while Sarah uses the frequent flyer miles she racks up traveling between Texas and her swanky East Coast law school to pay for quick trips to fun destinations. Nessie’s a geologist with frequent opportunities to travel, and I’m working in Austin, acquiring time off and a savings account for my next trip.  We’re growing up, moving around, and moving forward and none of us are quite sure the places we’ll go.

Though I think of travelling every day, I’ve also got responsibilities here in Austin (a steady writing gig, a 12-month lease, and a 2 year old puppy), so actually taking off isn’t always an option. But, I can continue to keep my passion for travel alive through writing.  So that’s what this blog is for: stories, tips, and warnings about the places I’ve gone and the places I’m  going. My stories and yours, ideally.  I’d  like to create a community where readers who’ve traveled – whether to Beijing, Cancun, or Mount Rushmore –  can share their own crazy stories, offer advice on how to save money (or spend lots of it), and in a small, healthy way continue to experience something we love every day.

Please enjoy!

Shannon

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