I feel like I’m at risk for becoming one of those people who never leaves her neighborhood. A person who, to the great annoyance of friends, only agrees to do things within walking distance.
There’s a fantastic newish rotisserie on rue Faubourg St. Martin that has made it unnecessary to ever roast my own chicken. I get a certain sandwich from a nearby Lebanese traiteur with embarrassing regularity. And I’m singlehandedly keeping El Nopal in business. Just a bit further away, Le Verre Volé is the default choice for an evening out.Continue reading