Barbra Austin

Is Coco & Co always as full of young women as it was yesterday afternoon?

What can I say about lunch at Pierre Gagnaire?

I could describe every one of the ten or so little amuses-bouches that were delivered to the table with detailed instructions. I could tell you about the bite of miniaturized ratatouille, the smoky little red pepper purée, the bite sized croquettes filled with tarragon cream that burst in my mouth, and that a thimble full of watercress soup with tender rabbit meat made me think some unlucky bunny got caught in the garden.