Eating and Travelling Your Way Around Paris, France

When my feet and back are sore from sightseeing, it's a dream of mine that I am carted around in a pram like a child but unlike a child, I get a say into where I go. I am serious about this, if anyone is willing to do this for me, please call me. So after a morning pounding Paris's cobblestoned streets in thin soled ballet flats, I come across a restaurant that peaked my interest. Ribouldingue, an Offal only restaurant. Offal only? Yes. It's part of my "only in this country" theme that has me seeking food that I can only get in Paris and not at home. Although if you know me, you'll say "But you hate offal" I convinced myself that I loved the Duck Liver at Drouant so other types of offal are also welcome on my palate.