It isn’t you, it’s me.
Don’t get me wrong. I understand why many people love Le Chateaubriand, and there are many things that I like about it myself.
Le Chateaubriand
July 28th, 2010 § 4
Spring
July 20th, 2010 § 4
I never ate at the first Spring, so I didn’t really have any preconceived notions about what the new Spring would be like.
That’s not exactly true: I have met Daniel Rose, visited the boutique, and read plenty about the old Spring. But with the exception of a superb ceviche whipped up for the Paris by Mouth launch party, I had never eaten anything made by M. Rose until last Friday night.
Surf ‘n’ Turf at Chez l’Ami Jean
July 16th, 2010 § 3
“This is the best food for you. The walls at Lascaux are not covered with pictures of broccoli, after all,” said the guy sitting next to us at l’Ami Jean.
Maybe, but I doubt that our paleolithic ancestors had someone like Stephane Jego around to do the cooking.
Chilled Red Pepper and Tomato Soup
July 11th, 2010 § 0
There is one flaw in this soup: It requires turning on the oven.
Café Tolo
July 8th, 2010 § 0
The words “cuisine factory” are written on the façade of Café Tolo, which seems odd considering that it is a small place doing something close to home cooking.
Swamped in the Marais: Mary, Merce and the Muse
June 28th, 2010 § 4
Moms and their mini-mes, mademoiselles in maxi dresses and men in man-pris, all with milky relief in mind on muggy, meridional days are making a made dash to visit Mary, the newly-minted gelato maven of the Marais.
David’s Cherry Almond Cobbler
June 22nd, 2010 § 6
Life is not a bowl of cherries. It’s not like a box of chocolates, either, unless some of those chocolates happen to have bad timing, sinus infections and heartbreak at their centers. Do I sound bitter?
I thought I might feel better if I did a little baking (speaking of clichés). It usually works.
Read MoreLe Timbre
June 20th, 2010 § 0
I first visited this place with a couple of girlfriends more than three years ago. Our table wasn’t ready, so we waited with a glass of wine at the kitchen counter, where we tried to stay out of the way of the busy serveuse while chatting and watching the chef cook away. I was charmed.
The aptly named le Timbre is the size of a postage stamp, a single room with a tiny kitchen in the back. Every inch of space is put to use. There is a banquette along each wall, and you’ll need help getting in and out.
Continue reading at Girls’ Guide to Paris…
Read MoreParis is Freezing
June 9th, 2010 § 12
Now that summer is upon us, I thought I’d round up my favorite addresses for ice cream and sorbet in Paris.
