Finding lunch

Published on by rphbaker

After hanging out in the gardens for a while we started walking to look for something for lunch. Highly likely it’s gonna be pizza, pasta, or a burger based on our history.

Greg lobbying for McDonalds. This happens to the the one we ate at more times than I want to admit to on our honeymoon. We are actual adults now and don’t need to default to McDonalds.
Why don’t we have McPlant nuggets?
Ponies!

We walked right past a monument dedicated to a pharmacist. Linda was the one who noticed it.

I’m real confused. Is that him posing on top? Doesn’t look like a typical pharmacist pose to me.
Maybe we could just eat donuts for lunch?

After passing a few restaurants that didn’t float our boat we stopped at the next one that we came to because basically we were all tired of looking (or maybe that was just me.) You guess it…pizza and pasta.

Pretty sure we were there before they really started serving lunch as they were setting our table and the ones around us after we were seated.

I had the best pasta ever and I must come back and bring Logan.

While the penicillin and porn star martini’s were appealing I went with a Coke Zero.
Greg’s pizza came out looking good.

But without further ado…

So pretty and so tasty. Surely I can figure out how to make this at home right?
I had the Girella alla Ricotta Citron Pesto.

After lunch we called an Uber to head to Sacre Coeur. Our last stop before we leave Paris.

We have talked a few times on this trip about how people move furniture in the houses in Amsterdam or here with no elevators. We passed this moving truck in our Uber and partially got our question answered. They had a platform attached to the ladder that was pulling boxes up. Can barely see it in the next pic.

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