Barbra Austin

Casanova is an olive oil lover. Cédric Casanova, that is.

This salad is stupidly delicious.

Tell me, because I really don’t understand, what’s not to like about prunes?

A dark, wet and wintry afternoon was perhaps not the best time to visit the Paris Catacombs and the cimetière de Montparnasse, but it was a perfect day to tuck into the nearby Crêperie de Josselin for lunch.

If you want to feel like a lucky human being, choose a random weekday afternoon and install yourself in the tea salon at Jacques Genin.

I love a restaurant that recognizes its limitations.

If you hide a dried bean in this pastry and eat it on or around the 6th of January, it’s called a Galette des Rois. The rest of the year it’s a Pithiviers.