Churros! When you’re tired, a little hungy, and want a nice pick-me-up, what else could you ask for? Especially when you’re in a France and a dealer’s room with above-average food. In part, I just wanted to make Dale North cry, but I also was missing the good ol' fare food of an American summer.
Don't begrudge me. I was desperate.
Fear not, faithful reader: I was punished for these churros. Read on to see just what it turned out to be..
Paris Nord Villepinte Convention Center Churro Stand
I will give the churro stand points for appearance. The stand looked very clean and inviting, with smiling girls handing me a bag full of what I considered delicious baked goodness. I received the typical French level of service, which means they gloured when they realized I was an American.
The individual churros were smaller than the ones typically proffered in Costco or Six Flags, but I got a “small” bag with six or so inside. They tossed the bag with sugar, and handed it to me with my change.
First purchase in Paris totaled five euros.
Note what I said earlier: they tossed it with sugar. No cinnamon. None whatsoever. They didn’t do a particularly good job of including sugar, or making sure that it adhered to the churro, so I ate sweetend bread with a smattering of sugar on one end or another. I will give it to them that the bread was above-average, with none of the usual dried-out stuff that comes at most places.
But the absence of the cinnamon and the weak-ass sugar proved to be too much for me. I got plenty of saccharine listening to the J-Pop concerts going on, but this is the stuff that’s critical to life!
I give them props for the bread, quantity given, and presentation, but they suffered some major detractions. Definitely avoid it when you go.
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