The onions in Paris

I love steak tartar. Lunch, dinner, afternoon snack, supper… anytime I walk by a restaurant and see it listed on a signboard, I order it.

Plate du jour – Steak Tartar!

It’s delightful and delicious. The vivid red of it, speckled with onions and capers. If you get lucky, served with a raw egg on top (and you can mix it in later). A glass of red wine enhances it even more.

The problem with too much steak tartar lies in the onions. They make you smell. Not a smell that you can wash away either. The smell of onions emanate from all your pores.

Gross, yes. Disgusting, I know. Still scrumptious? Most certainly.

Paris, Je T’aime.

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