So, take a stroll down memory lane to remember all of our past Word of the Year selections.UPDATE: There is now an official Gluten-Free Guide To France.
And, my favorite waiter, Anis, rescued us on our first night in Paris. I was ready to give up and go back to the hotel to sleep, when my darling husband grabbed my hand, took me to the nearest restaurant, and asked about a gluten-free meal presenting the card.
Jet lagged, tired, and starving, we had walked all the way across Paris to go to a restaurant I had emailed about eating there, gluten-free. Anis was so effusive, he got us settled in with huge glasses of wine, and hustled us up some beautiful steaks, pomme frites and green beans.
Oh, I am not saying that you may not have a great find at lunchtime, but I found myself having a lot of omelettes and pomme frites, steak and pomme frites (french fries ~ Paris cafes don’t do a lot of frying, I didn’t find one with anything breaded and fried, so everywhere I went for lunch I was able to eat them.) I like to prepare myself mentally about my food before I go somewhere, and I find I stay much happier this way.
* I flew Air France, and they do have gluten-free meals.
Oh, I walked into the boulangeries and smelled the bread and looked at the pastries, I didn’t mind.
I even had my husband eat a falafel at the famous L’As du Falafel and had him describe the taste to me, and it didn’t bother me a bit. I wanted to be able to grab that bread, some cheese, and fruit and sit in the Tuileries Garden in the autumn sunshine with my husband.
Another waiter was so matter-of-fact, he would plop down the dishes we ordered and would say, “You.
Don’t even touch that,” as he hustled off to another table.
This was not a busy season, so I would still print up a few to have extras. Find the restaurants you want to try, email them your needs, and book ahead.
* Use the concierge at your hotel, before you even get there. Email him/her your needs, send your list of restaurants, and ask for any recommendations.