Dining in

In a final attempt to save more money (since I leave for Reykjavík and then Paris in less than a month!), I've decided to skip this summer's Restaurant Week. It saddens me a little because I do love dining out and affordable gourmet meals... but mostly I just feel oh-so-proud my financially responsible self ;). Plus, my friends and I have found a fabulous alternative: dining in. Revolutionary, I know. [aperitif cocktail: cucumber-infused vodka, seltzer, ginger syrup] [appetizers: olives, pancetta bread, dinner ingredient-play as we prepped...] [dinner: Stone Barns sourdough bread, arugula salad with fennel and apple, fresh pasta with roasted tomatoes, mozzarella, and shredded parmesan] [dessert: cupcakes—(clockwise from top) carrot cake, tiramisu, red velvet] Following our delicious meal, complete with wine and the Olympics, we primped a bit and headed out to our favorite neighborhood bar. And wouldn't you know, the entire experience felt very "French" to me.  Four years ago, during my second visit, I went out three times with Marie and her friends. Each evening progressed the same: meet at an apartment, cook dinner together, leisurely enjoy the meal, venture to a bar for a final drink or two, bid adieu, go home, sleep soundly. According to her, this fun, economical ritual was how they usually socialized. Here's to hoping it rings true in my own experience as a student in Paris!