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It's Thursday July the 27 around 8:36AM and

Pass the Mustard, Live From Paris

As you may have surmised, I'm blogging from Paris. I'll try not to be too smug about that, and you can rest well knowing i'm in full on cliche mode having rented an a place for "A Couple of Months in the Merde." Now, enough of that. I'll be trying to post some stuff from this insane trip I've been on, but until then I have to let you know about the fact that you literally can get mustard on tap here in addition to the whole cheese, wine, and French thing. Mustard on tap people!

Let me explain. Early in 2005 I read an article in the New York Times about an incredible sounding boutique mustard store in Paris. (You can catch the article here) So, I checked it out and picked up the famous tap mustards (the Moutarde au Chablis and the Moutarde au Vin Blanc and one other.) Now, let me just confirm that if America is the land of Milk and Honey, praise be Jesus, Paris has mustard on tap like running water. Our humbe 'mustarderie" (okay fine, I made that word up, busted.) Maille (6, place de la Madeleine) is a small wooden shop and the company has been making the yellow gold since 1747. I think its fair to assume, they are experts, non? Take my word for it, the mustard is damned delicious and served with some french bread, meats, and brie, it makes life worth living. And the fact that you get in these quaint little ceramic jars with corks is, well, tres bien as they might say.

Now, if only we could have mustard on tap in Vancouver now. Hmmm. Somebody get on this. Waiterblog? Exit question: If Morgan Spurlock can become a filmmaking star by stuffing his face with McDonalds for 30 days and make a movie out of it, could I do the same? Except: 1. In Paris. And 2. With Cheese, french bread, and Bordeaux. 3. And Croissants. Wel, it was just a thought. But imagine, "Le Super Size Me" anyone?