Several times this past week, I’ve gone around the corner to le Marché des Enfants Rouges, which is a cute (covered) open-air market with food and fruit stands.
Not surprisingly, I’ve gravitated to the Japanese stand, whose name I don’t even know. The first day, I decided to eat there, which was a mistake because it was freezing outside and service took forever. I ordered the bento box* with grilled sardines, which was quite yummy, if a little salty.
I’m a little ashamed to admit that I wasn’t supposed to eat the white rice due to my cleanse, but I couldn’t resist—you just can’t put sticky rice in front of an Asian girl and expect her not to eat it!
Today, I decided on takeout and got the bento with grilled mackerel and “Korean sauce.” It turned out to be a version of gochujang, the kind mixed with sesame seed oil and maybe a little soy sauce—I don’t know what it’s called.
Takeout is definitely the way to go because it’s so much speedier. This was better than the sardines (must have been the Korean sauce) and I only ate half the rice this time. <pats self on back>
*Yes, it appears I’m having a bento box moment.
le Marché des Enfants Rouges
39 rue de Bretagne