11. 11. 2013
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The Attendant – London

If my life in France were a movie it would probably be called ‘Gone with the Wine’. My sister’s life in London is more like ‘Citizen Kale’.  My theme song would be ‘Rolling...

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20. 10. 2013
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The Rum Kitchen – London

I am having a bad week. It all started on Monday when, on the way to have a quiet nightcap with the charming Brussel Crowe, I smashed my perfume bottle on the floor...

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08. 10. 2013
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Mexi&Co – Paris

My liver has had it rough lately –  one too many nights out this month has led to Dolly Tatin and Paris Stilton unwittingly becoming Lady Lager and Penelope Booze. If it continues this...

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02. 10. 2013
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L’Éclair de Génie – Paris

Before I arrived in Paris I had an image of how I would look as I strutted around the City of Love; legs as long as those on a glass of vintage rouge,...

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24. 09. 2013
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Café La Perle – Paris

Humans are, at heart, creatures of habit.  Even in a big, bustling city like Paris your day-to-day life quickly becomes fairly predictable (although mine is admittedly more “eat, (drink), pray, love” than “métro, boulot, dodo“). Take...

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17. 08. 2013
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Breizh Café – Paris

Eating a crêpe in Paris is not just a cliché – like getting stuck in a strike, or coming away from the Louvre with a photo of someone else taking a photo of the Mona Lisa –...

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05. 08. 2013
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Glass – Paris

Dogs have always been cool in Paris (nothing says fashion quite like a french bully). Now, it appears, dogs are hot. Until recently, Le Mosaique in the Marais, the long-standing red and white tiled,...

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23. 07. 2013
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L’Ourcine – Paris

I have truly turned Parisian.  For the past 7 months I complained incessantly about the never-ending winter. “Oh la la c’est pas vrai, comme il fait froid” was the standard war cry I...

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09. 07. 2013
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Paul Bocuse – Lyon

I had dinner with Paul Bocuse and Alain Ducasse last week. Well, pretty much. Half way through an exquisite dinner with my Dad, lets call him Papadum, at L’Auberge du Pont de Collonges (aka...

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