No Starch Left Behind

There's nothing not to like about eating in Paris. Whenever I'm lucky enough to be here, I treat myself to the Swiss meal of raclette.

Like its cheesy cousin, fondue, raclette involves some work to make your meal. You use a special little grill to melt a square of cheese, and then you scrape the melted cheese on top of potatoes. And repeat! It's so fun and good and they serve it with bread but it's so bad for you but that doesn't stop me.

Last night's raclette experience included a waiter who guilted me into eating ALL of the (many) potatoes he put in front of me, and requiring me to finish my salad before he would bring me the check. It took all my French language skills to convince him not to bring me another round of potatoes.