04. 04. 2013

Bistrot Paul Bert – Paris

When I first arrived in Paris, during a debaucherous weekend of eating and drinking (which was to set the tone for the next 12 months) I found myself sitting grumpily in an uncomfortable wooden chair,...

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18. 02. 2013

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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04. 02. 2013

Comme à Lisbonne – Paris

A year making pastries and reviewing restaurants was never going to be conducive to weight loss, but I feel that greater forces are against me in my quest to stay svelte.  When I...

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25. 01. 2013

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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20. 01. 2013

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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20. 08. 2012

L’Atelier de Joël Robuchon – Paris

Little brother Burrata Obama and long time lover Linguine Lohan arrived in Paris last week. Having had a bad experience here two years ago (they ordered pasta at a restaurant, got caught in...

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05. 08. 2012

Tutto Wines Summer Dinner – London

Back in Paris after my recent stint in London, I was recounting my adventures to Brad Pitta: Paris Stilton – Chéri you should have sampled these divine pork buns at Eat Street…and you really...

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25. 07. 2012

L’Autre Pied – London

“Oh mon dieu ull we will eet is pooding…” moaned Brad Pitta, my Moroccan-French beau, on hearing that we were heading to London for a weekend to visit my mum and sister.  The  “everysing-eez-better-in-France”...

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10. 06. 2012

Le Baratin – Paris

A close friend of mine – an annoyingly clever, fluent Russian speaking friend who I can never beat in scrabble – lets call him Leon Troutsky, recently asked for a restaurant recommendation for...

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