Illustration by Erin A. EllisPer my request, Phil is throwing me a surprise party tonight to celebrate my birthday with my Paris Posse. Yes, a surprise birthday party where I know and all of the guests know that I know but are still going to burst out in gleeful cheer when I turn on the lights all while I feign dramatic surprise. Aren't birthdays so fun?
Last night Phil and I went out for Friday night pizza. Miam. When I was younger, Friday night meant pizza, so every now and then I like to unleash my inner Ella who had unruly frizzy hair and braces and chow down on the greatest food in the world. And I'm not just saying that because I'm Italian.
Upping the ante from grandma slices at Frantoni's, we went to Al Taglio in the Marais for pizza by way of Paris. Normally, I don't love Italian food here because theres always something random added that wasn't mentioned on the menu. For example, more often than not you'll find a raw egg that cooks and crackles and stares up at you on top of a heaping bowl of pasta like its obviously supposed to be there. No. It's not supposed to be there. Or 'they' try to Franco it up by sneaking in goat cheese in the hopes that it will just blend in with the mozzerella. Sir, it doesn't blend. Saying that, Al Taglio has no cunning attempts to trick you because 1. They're amazing and 2. You order at the counter where you select your slice which is then cut from a large pie with scissors, weighed and delivered to your high-top table. Feeling festive for the season, I ordered the irresistible jambon and pumpkin cream sauce slice while Phil went for the asparagus, crème fraiche and truffle oil slice. They were as amazing as they sound exploding with contrasting yet complimentary flavors.
After dinner, I met May at my flat which is slowly starting to feel back to normal for gossip and Prosecco. It wouldn't be a May and Ella reunion without the inevitable music video torture, once the aforementioned Processco starts warming the blood stream. While I stayed to classic heavy metal video torture, May brought out the big guns with the most horrible thing I have ever heard in my life. She shocked me, which these days is very difficult to do.
While the case of the shady sublet is still in the works and there has been some movement, my lawyer suggested that I should wait before sharing any further details. I hate keeping things from you guys! All I can say is that it's a mess, the total cost of the missing items is now up to 10k as I realize more items are missing and I thank God that I'm such a Virgo who documents everything with lists and photographs.
Now I must figure out what I'm going to wear to my birthday party because I realized that what I had planned to wear has been stolen...
Al Taglio
27, rue Saintonge
Paris 75003
