Word: croissants
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...skeletal little strumpet emerged from the bathroom, her nose freshly powdered. I looked around for something to toss her—a sandwich, croissant, jar of mayonnaise, anything really—but she stormed past me onto the floor and proceeded to pin another female against a gargantuan speaker...
Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt, author and playwright I'd begin with a croissant and coffee at one of the many street cafés at Place du Grand Sablon. The Sablon is threaded with antique shops, old bookstores and art galleries. After breakfast, I take my Shiba Inu dogs for a walk in Forêt de Soignes - an immense forest in the center of Brussels that our former King gave to the city. I'd like a light lunch at a brasserie like Taverne du Passage, tel: (32-2) 512 3731, under the domed glass roof of the Galerie...
...creator Josh Schwartz hasn't let the strike stop him from developing Chuck's character. He's gone from nebbish-out-of-water to nerdily assured operative, capable of seducing an enemy agent over cocktails with high-IQ trivia banter ("... and that is the true history behind the croissant...
...East, and the country that gives the café its namesake. But one aspect of the coffee house is uniquely Algerian: its prices are as absurd as the fiction of the land’s most famous novelist, Albert Camus. It’s highly unlikely that a $3.50 croissant even exists in France, let alone in a former colony, and paying $9.95 for a ham sandwich is as ridiculous as shooting a stranger on the beach for no reason at all. Even so, we’ll always be willing to shell out $4.25 for thick coffee...
...first night in Paris. In the morning, after being prematurely roused by Australian backpackers and still-drunk Brazilians, I doddered down to the lobby for a complimentary breakfast and a second rude awakening. My illusions of Paris were quickly shattered during that meal: not only by the stale croissant, but by the horrors of MTV France.I had arrived in the patrie of Edith Piaf, Serge Gainsbourg, and Daft Punk—and in the summer of Justice, no less, the Parisian duo whose “D.A.N.C.E.” was omnipresent in America at the time of my departure...