I tend to stray away from most chains, but there are a few that I don’t mind. Here in France, Paul is my main man. Paul is an upscale-ish French food chain that is found all over the country. The displays and the interiors always look so nice, I feel like I am in some fancy-smancy bakery.
Paul, aka my loverboy, sells breads, breakfasts and lunches. Their breads are good-definitely as good as, if not better than, your typical supermarket baguette. The same goes for their breakfast pastries. The coffee is decent, but that’s really something the nation of France needs to come together and work on as a whole. Lunch is where it is at though. They have recently been introducing new, more complex sandwiches and salads. There are some with smoked duck, foie gras and other terribly typical French stuff. However, I love the simple stuff. I’ve never really been a ham and cheese fan, but slap some butter on that baguette and it makes all the difference in the world. Hell, Paul even puts butter on the Camembert sandies. Now that’s what I call a man.
I’m a fan of the lunch deal where you get a drink, a sandwich and a dessert for about 6 euro. The dessert choices are pretty intense; they have ginormous macaroons, huge slabs of French custard cake, éclairs, fruit tarts and all those other good French desserts. Again, nothing here is going to be the best you’ve ever had, but Paul is pretty good to me. (Wink, wink).