Breakfast in America

So I’ve been a little homesick the past week or so. I know, I know, how could someone possibly miss Tennessee when they’re à Paris? Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the lack of iced coffee, maybe I’m getting tired of being told my accent is mignon, maybe I just miss my bichon frise, but every once in a while, I really do wish that I was on old Rocky Top! And what better way to honor les états-unis than to eat at a diner called Breakfast in America?

the Obama Milkshake in honor of the upcoming election

BIA is cool, everyone speaks English, but it’s one of those places you only want to eat at like once ever and then go to Club Med for the rest of the day week.

One response to “Breakfast in America

  1. Lucy. We’ll bring a bit of us of a to you soon. You’ll look up and see three goofy grins which reflect our joy at seeing you!

    On Mon, Oct 29, 2012 at 5:58 AM, Lucy in Paris

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