Barbra Austin

I feel like I’m at risk for becoming one of those people who never leaves her neighborhood; who, to the great annoyance of friends, only agrees to do things within walking distance.

“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.

I know it’s true what they say, that you can never go back. But I’m sure we’ll go back to l’Ami Jean, again and again and again.