For the last month I’ve been in Regensburg, Germany. If you ever have the chance, you should visit. Regensburg is a Bavarian gem that gets overlooked by travelers who opt to visit the larger, main cities in Germany. This is my second time to visit Regensburg. My first time was five years ago with my parents, around the Christmas holiday.
When I first arrived to Prague, I seriously wondered what in the world I was going to eat for the next several months. Although the typical Czech cuisine of sausages, beef, duck, chicken and more sausages doesn’t tempt my taste buds, I was able to find some really great options for eating out.
Here are the 5 best things I ate while in Prague.
Although typical Czech cuisine consists primarily of hearty meat dishes, you can also find some great vegetarian restaurants in Prague.
When I first arrived to Prague, I wondered what in the world I was going to eat when going out since other than fried cheese, my options were sausages, beef, sausages, duck, and more sausages. Although Prague doesn’t stand out as a vegetarian friendly city, there are a few gems that won’t disappoint when you visit the City of Spires.
Although macarons have never really appealed to me, I made it my mission while visiting Paris to discover what all the fuss over the bite-sized French sweets is about.
In case you’re not familiar with macarons, they’re made of two almond meringue discs and filled with a layer of buttercream, jam, or ganache. They come in a multitude of flavors and colors. They’re also not the cheapest thing in town, as each bite-sized sweet will run you about €2.
When it comes to macarons, there are two pâtisseries (pastry shops) that are famous in Paris, and the world over, for their rainbow assorted sweets: Ladurée and Pierre Hermé.
Since these two are known as the best of the best, I set out to do a (completely unscientific) taste test by sampling macarons from each pâtisserie.
The following is a guest post by author E.J. Simon. After reading, be sure to scroll down to enter the book giveaway he is offering.
Sitting in the Café de Flore in Paris, my imagination goes into overdrive. I watch the people go by. I take in the scene as though it was a stage set for a chapter of my novel, and I think about the famous writers who have sat exactly where I now sit.