Le Relais L'Entrecote

We arrived in Paris a hungry and a little groggy. After getting our bearings, we set out to do a little exploring and find some dinner.


We wanted to kick off our trip with some traditional steak frites, and the institution that is Le Relais L'Entrecote didn't disappoint. Not only did we love the food, but the charming way in which it's served.


They don't take reservations, so don't be surprised if there's a long line outside.

The waitresses look adorable in their black-and-white uniforms. Once you're seated, they'll simply ask you, "Rare, medium, or well?" and then jot it down on your tablecloth.  

A few moments later, bread and a lightly dressed salad appears...a meal in and of itself.

Then comes the piece de resistance...a heaping platter of steak covered in a buttery mustard sauce, accompanied by a mountain of the best fries ever.

Once you've finished your plate, you'll be stuffed...but it's not over yet. Because the other half of your steak, swimming in that savory sauce, has been keeping warm over some tealights at a nearby station.

Your waitress will promptly return with hot seconds of meat and another batch of fries fresh from the kitchen. You'll wonder how you could possibly finish it all...and yet it somehow disappears.

Go Burger

We are fans of BLT Steak, so we were really excited when a Go Burger opened in Los Angeles.


The fried pickles and milkshake looked delicious but weren't too memorable. The sliders and fried chicken sandwich were a waste of calories. And, the signature Ultimelt burger -- sandwiched between two grilled cheese sandwiches -- tasted surprisingly one-dimensional. 

In the end, it was a no-go. But we'll still give BLT Steak another try day!

Langer's

What would your last meal be? Ours just might be a sandwich from Langer's...not only because it's delicious, but also because it's artery-clogging, heart-attack-inducing food located in a sketchy part of town. But it's totally worth the risk!

To fit in with the retro, totally-frozen-in-time environs, we started with an egg cream.  

We thought the blended club soda, milk, chocolate syrup and a frothy top might have some sort of Gestaltian charm, but it didn't. It's definitely an acquired taste — i.e., nasty. No wonder why no one drinks these anymore.

But we didn't dwell on it because the real stuff was on its way.

 On the side — a knish and some crinkle-cut fries.

 Plain corned beef

Pastrami and coleslaw

Langer's really just might be the best Jewish deli ever (sorry, Katz's!), with its tender, melt-in-your-mouth meat and freshly-baked rye bread with a crispy crust.

Luckily, we made it through our meal without any life-threatening complications...so we decided to continue our adventurous streak by taking a stroll through MacArthur Park.

There's something a little bit sad and wistful about this neighborhood. We wish we could've experienced it during its glory days. But at least we'll always have those amazing sandwiches!

Honey's Kettle Fried Chicken

After days of constant downpour, we knew there would be something awesome waiting for us at the end of this double rainbow.

Not a pot of gold, but deliciously golden brown fried chicken from Honey's Kettle...with all the fixins.

You can order a whole fried chicken, which they cut up for you after frying