Tag: France
YOU GUYS! The French are Selling ‘Chichis’ with Chocolate for Only 4.50 Euros
They look like churros, but apparently they’re boobs –or something like that.
Photo: Laura Martínez, Bayeux, France 2019.
Greetings from Paris, Home of the Mayonnaise au Chipotle
Awwww Paris…
There is nothing like spending some quality time in the City of Lights, with its beautiful architecture, ubiquitous cafés, gorgeous boulevards… and authentic taquerías.
Behold Chiquitin, the newest addition to Rue Henry Monnier (this blog’s temporary headquarters). The 10×10 meter changarrito is the take-away petit branch of Luz Verde, just across the street, and it features all sorts of salsas, including old time favorites like roja, verde and pico de gallo, but other more inventive like mayonnaise au chipotle, césar and –wait for it– salsa matcha.
I haven’t eaten here –yet– as I’m currently busy getting reacquainted with dry pork goods (saucisson sec, rosette de Lyon, etc.) and liters of wine, but I’ll get to it at some point and will be sure to report back.
Oh, did I mention the 16-euro ceviche and the 9-euro tacos al pastor?
Mon dieu!
Photos: Laura Martínez, 22 Rue Henry Monnier, December 2018.
BREAKING: Latinas in Paris are as Hot as Latinas Everywhere!
These señoritas are hotter than hot, and they will be available for your viewing –and dancing– pleasure the night of December 31, 2017 at El Zapateo Latino, a Parisian Latin bôite in the heart of the Quartier Latin.
Oui, oui… ¡ajúa!
Photos: Laura Martínez, Paris, Dec. 2017
The Mexican Flag Flies in Paris, and NOT Because I’m Here
… But because moronic French President François Holland had the “brilliant” idea of inviting Enrique Peña Nieto as guest of honor at the military parade and other ceremonies marking France’s July 14 national holiday.
I don’t know you but I feel like throwing a month-old baguette on the heads of Holland, Peña Nieto, his wife and their 490+ entourage, who landed on this country just to eclipse this blogger’s visit.
Merde!
Via: France 24
French Café Google Translates Menu. Hilarity Ensues
The owners of the Café Cordial in Paris’ Opera District are very nice people. Not only do they make sure to mumble some English words for the crowds of American visitors who show up there everyday without speaking a word of French; but they even go out of their way to translate their menu not in one but in two languages.
While some of the English translations in their menu is OK (I just said “OK,”) it is clear that they got lost in the [Google] Spanish translation.
Here are some hilarious examples.
BLOGGER’S NOTE: Apologies to the monolingual crowd; this is funny only if you understand both English and Spanish.
1. Croissant = The thing that grows
There’s the translation for croissant as “1 que crece” (literally: one thing that grows) and toast as “brindis,” as in the toast to happiness….
2. Smoked Salmon = The salmon who had too much to smoke
3. The Horny Goat that is served over a salutation
There are several more yet to be highlighted… Be my guest and find them yourselves, will you? I’m too busy dealing with the country’s Happy Hours.
Photos: Laura Martínez, Paris 2015
Happy Hours: Because the French are Better at Everything
As if I needed another reason to love France: Restaurants and cafés here offer Happy Hours, because, really, who needs only one?
Vive La France!
Photo: Laura Martínez, Paris 2015
‘Le Burrito’ at this French Joint Will Give you ‘Le Diarrhée’
Fresh Burritos, a “fine” establishment in the heart of Lille, France, promises (in French) to serve you 100% Fresh Burritos (in English) and will prepare everything in front of your eyes! (yes, with an exclamation point!)
I was tempted for a minute, but then I realized Le menu looks suspiciously similar to any bad Mexican faire á l’américaine: I’m afraid the 4.90 euro combo of La boisson, les patatas, le cookie and le mini burrito will properly give me Le diarrhée.
… And don’t get me started on the non-descript orange sauce-like thing in the background.
So… merci, but non merci!
Photo: Laura Martínez, Lille, France 2015
MiBlog Axiom #65: ‘The Farther you Go from Latin America, the Weirder your Latin Stuff Gets’
Hard to blame the owners of this “Latin” Café in Roubaix, France, for trying to add some color to a town, which once was ground zero for France’s textile industry, and now has succumbed to high unemployment and off-track betting joints.
Guacamole, in French, is ‘Le Guacamole’… and, for Some Reason, ‘Grande’ Becomes ‘Grandé’
This blogger was really hoping to take a break and enjoy some time off during this summer vacation. As it turns out, multicultural marketing knows no time off, nor borders and it doesn’t cease to amaze me, no matter where I am.
Greetings from La France, where gringos are making a killing pitching made-believe Mexican food (and inexistent Spanish words) to naïve Parisians.*
Photo: Laura Martínez, Paris, 2012
*Oh, and don’t get me started on the disgusting look of said “le guacamole.” I’m trying to eat here.
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