L’Avant Comptoir – Paris
What to do when a vegan friend (I know I know, it sounds like an oxymoron) comes to visit you in Paris? After enquiring at a few of my favourite establishments whether they cater...
Read More →We all know that French Women Don’t Get Fat (now apparently French Children Don’t Throw Food either; when French Husbands Don’t Cheat is released, I will admit that the French are in fact perfect). It is true,...
Read More →I have arrived in Paris, my new home for the next four months, and have spent the last week sipping Sancerre in St Germain, perusing the paintings at Le Petit Palais, studying Stendhal by...
Read More →Virginia Woolf once claimed that ‘one cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well’ and after a few sleepless night’s in old London town, I decided what I...
Read More →I have arrived in London, the home of fish and chips, mushy peas, bubble and squeak…and my darling sister the health writing herbivore, lets call her Sienna Millet, who claims she gains a...
Read More →I have just quit my job after very brief cameo in the corporate coma to embark on a culinary adventure which will take me far and wide, expanding my horizons, and undoubtedly my...
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