Barbra Austin

We went to Le Repaire de Cartouche to drink, but we ate surprisingly well.

Fall was on full display at the market yesterday.

It’s likely that I will never have dinner at Le Comptoir.

It’s true that I just wrote about Patrick Roger, but that was before I met the guy.

Since 1982, Le Bac à Glaces has been churning all-natural, nothing-artificial-added sorbets and ice creams.

That one thing, milk, can be manipulated into so many different tastes, textures and forms is a marvel that, I’m not exaggerating, makes me happy to be alive.

I kicked off my birthday weekend by climbing into my apartment on a ladder.

…And so am I.

You can always count on a seeing something astounding in the windows of Patrick Roger.

“Sans soufre” sounds a lot like “sans souffrir”, but sadly they are not synonymous, because I could drink large quantities of this wine. Hypothetically speaking, of course.