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That night we went to Buttes aux Cailles in the 13th. We settled for crêpes at a place C had visited before and liked, Des Crepes et des Cailles. Either our European adventures brought out the savage in me or I was just feeling a little anemic, but in any case I arrive hungry for blood. Normally I eschew blood-based food products, but tonight the crêpe called "La Boudeuse" -- boudin noir, onions, potatoes -- sounds like just the thing I need. It arrives looking exactly like what it is: a pancake full of coagulated blood. It was wonderful. You may be grateful for this, but in my excitement I forgot to take a picture. |
