The best thing I ever ate was when my parents and I were in Paris, France for a long weekend. My mom and I arrive to Paris a few hours before my dad did since he was over in London, England for a business trip. Since my mom and I spent hours traveling, we really haven't had that much of a good meal since leaving the States. After helping my mom finding and checking into the hotel, we decided to go out to Paris to find somewhere to eat. We chose a cafe close to the hotel that had food the sounded delicious, since it was my first time being in France. After reading through the menu, I found something that I thought would be like the American version. A hot dog. You know, a single hot dog in a single hot dog bun. But when the waiter came out with our food, I got something more than I expected. A large roll with two hot dogs layered wither cheese. I was shocked that something that sounds so familiar but can be so different in a different country. It tasted like hot dog heaven since it had a good amount of cheese in it. If I ever go back, I will most diffidently will find that cafe again and get another hot dog.
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