Who comes to Paris and eats Chinese? Me, that's who. Forget that bland French food once in a while and take a walk on the spicy side. I talked three of my colleagues into it and they sweated their way to happiness. One is a doubting Indian who mopped his brow and smiled at me as he chewed. Top, for me, were these juicy chunks of chicken - maybe the juiciest chicken I've ever had. These were only mildy spicy, which was a good way to start off the night.
I put some of my shaky Mandarin to use, ordering some large bottles of Tsing Tao. Thanks for that lesson Puffin, it impressed the Brits. That beer would later be a lifesaver as I bit into the wrong end of a few chilis. These pork chunks were mild to my taste buds, but they had the necessary fattiness that made them a winner.
The surprise of the night for me was this simple dish of corn. I'm not quite sure how it was prepared but man it was good. Slightly salty, slightly sweet and really fun to eat with chopsticks.
It took me quite a while to convince a few of my co-eaters that these green strips were simple, harmless bell peppers, mixed in with pork. They observed me eat two or three in a row before they were convinced. Why were they so shy, you ask?
This is why - the hottest dish of the night: lamb with chilis. I managed to navigate my way through it without hitting anything explosive but I was the only one. This one dish put the sweat on everyone and amused the staff who kept asking "Ca va?", which means in this case "You alright?"