The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

A San Franciscan in Paris


Yeah, so, I hope you are not sick of me writing about our trip to Paris and Belgium, because I’ve got a lot more to cover.

Here’s some random thoughts:

Everywhere we went in Paris and Belgium, there was ’80s music. Everywhere. And when it wasn’t ’80s pop it was the Black Eyed Peas, which is basically ’80s pop because all of their songs ripoff sample ’80s hits anyway. [Sidenote: I’m not a music expert, but it’s common knowledge that the Black Eyed Peas’ songs are just remixes of ’80s hits, right? They don’t even change the lyrics. All that shit that P. Diddy got back in the day for sampling … at least he changed the lyrics.]

In France and Belgium, people are not disgusting animals in the public restrooms. They don’t piss all over the seats, and they remember to flush. We walked all over Paris, Brussels, Gent and Bruges. We were constantly having to use public restrooms. Imagine my happiness at not having to basically clean the bathroom every time I used it. Thousands of people go to the Louvre every day, and the restrooms are clean. What the hell is wrong with you, America? What are you doing in our public restrooms?

The women in Paris are all about boots. Boots with jeans, boots with dresses, boots with skirts. Luckily, I brought my boots so I fit right in.

Look Ma, I'm posin' like a jackass on the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

Belgium beer is awesome. I knew this before our honeymoon, after a trip to The Trappist in Oakland, but the beer I had in Belgium really sealed the deal. Everywhere we went in Belgium served amazing beer for about 3 or 4 euro. Each beer is served with tender-loving care in its special glass. In a nice restaurant in SF, everyone is sipping a glass of wine. In Belgium, everyone is sipping a carefully poured beer. It seemed like everyone in Belgium really knew about and really loved beer. BUT, one night in a bar in Brussels, I saw a man drinking a Corona. Really? He is in probably one of the best cities in the world for beer and he is drinking a Corona. It didn’t even have a lime. Seemed wrong to me. This would be like me going to an amazing winery in Napa and drinking a Bartles & James.

One of my favorites that I tried in Bruges: Brugse Straffe Hendrik Quadrupe - 11 percent alcohol.

If you are going out to dinner in Paris, that’s your plan for the night. It was not uncommon for us to be at a restaurant for three hours eating dinner. If you are planning on dinner and a movie, I guess you would have to see the movie first. They never rush you out, and you have to ask for the check. I will have an entire post dedicated to the food in Paris. I’m going to need to bust out the thesaurus because I’m going to run out of ways to say “delicious.”

Seeing a famous piece of art in the museum is like seeing a celebrity.

"Venus! Over here! Over here, Venus! Who are you wearing?"

"Mona Lisa! Over here, Mona Lisa! Are the rumors true? Mona Lisa!"

The Metro in Paris is efficient and clean, and you can use it to get just about anywhere in the city. We never waited more than five minutes for a train, including late at night. Muni and Bart need to follow its lead.

David and I met a lot of really cool people during our travels. We met a couple in Paris; the man was from London, the woman from Belgium. On New Year’s Eve, we met a couple from Norway and an adorable older Paris couple, who dubbed themselves our French parents. On New Year’s Day, we met a gaggle of Italians eating dinner at the table next to us. In Brussels, we met a couple from the Netherlands. What did all these people have in common? They were super friendly, they all love San Francisco, they all love Obama, and they think “Two and a Half Men” is the epitome of American television. The last one always made us cringe.


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/mocker/goober/mother in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, podcast, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

3 thoughts on “A San Franciscan in Paris

  1. Love your captions. And, seriously, Venus needs to stop being such a bitch the red carpet. Vive la France.

  2. Beautiful, inspirational, truly a work of art. I am moved to tears.

    Oh, and the statue is okay too.

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