Il Vino – Paris
I can safely say that my fondness for wine and cheese was inherited from my papa Bruce String-bean. Growing up, every Thursday night dad and his three besties would gather at our house...
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Pirouette – Paris
I’ve made my fair share of embarrassing linguistic aberrations over the last two and a half years in Paris – I certainly learned the hard way that péter does not mean ‘to pat’, nor does...
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David Toutain – Paris
Scandal has hit France, and no it is not the President’s wandering parliamentary member, but something much more cataclysmic. In an ongoing attempt to preserve the purity of the French language, the word...
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Steaking – Paris
Before I moved to Paris I had imagined being seduced by throngs of charming French men complete with berets and constant three day stubble and double barrel first names beginning with Jean; but...
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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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Bodega – Sydney
Our weekend in Sydney started with fish fingers and ended in a whopper. Much like our meal at Bodega…but oh, so different. At the end of a rather long sejour in my hometown,...
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Restaurant Pierre Sang – Paris
After an indulgent week spent sipping hot chocolate, flirting over fondue, oh and of course skiing the slopes, in Courchevel, the deliciously dashing Leonardo DiCarpaccio and I arrived back in Paris on a...
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Café au lait, s’il vous plaît – Paris
There are lots of things the French are very good at – baguettes, wine, cheese, not getting fat off baguettes wine & cheese, affairs, well behaved dogs and going on strike, to name...
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Restaurant Akrame – Paris
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a Parisian apartment must be in want of visitors. Indeed I was misguided to ever think that I would be...
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