NGL, when I saw the Paris Rhône air fryer, I let out an audible "ooh la la." When I've gone to France, it's been all about the slow food, drenched in butter. I mean, the closest I've got to fast food is when I'm indulging in a big bowl of mussels with fries on the side. I think that's technically Belgian — but we move on.
In all honesty, the closest I've got to being a Francophile with my current small air fryer is warming croissants in it and renaming myself Emily. Sure, it's a basic boulangerie cheat code, however, how else is a girl meant to travel the world when city rent is so high?
