To Savor Pleasure is to Know Pleasure

If you've ever spent a considerable amount of time in Europe, you'll notice that your tastebuds 'change.' When you return to American soil, the bread somehow tastes processed as does every other grain in your cupboard. Even the salt and pepper doesn't taste quite right.

It takes awhile but soon your taste buds adapt and ignite and as for the rest? The rest is just full of one magical moment after another.

I found myself having orgasmic moments in 30 degree temperatures, decked out with gloves, leotards, 3 pairs of socks, hat, and a woolen scarf. As my hands turned a deep blue, I stood in the middle of a pedestrian street while diving into triple dark chocolate cakes, paying tribute to the gods above me who introduced me to Paris.

Repeat visits were made to: Girard Chocolatier, La Maison d Chocolat on Carrousel du Louvre, Roger Patrick on Old St. Germain, Jeff de Bruges Exploitation and Las Maison Du Chocolate both on Rue Sevres.

There there's Amorino, which now has a couple of locations in NYC, PSG De Neuville, Les Paris Gourmands on Rue Des Archives and lastly Tunisian specialties from an incredibly creative and colorful little 'bright blue' place along Boulevard Saint Germain called Masmoudi.