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...
Read More →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...
Read More →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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