L’Arpège: I think I get it
“If you ‘get it’, it will move you…” So said a fellow food blogger in the hours before my visit to l’Arpège.
I am dumb, five hours after setting down the fork, with neither appetite nor words. But I do think, just maybe, that I get it.
I’ll update this later with annotations and some thoughts about the world’s most expensive turnips. But for now, a few images from my first-ever three-star lunch.
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omg, merely the photos move me…
about 1 year ago
Tell me about it…
about 1 year ago
So incredibly jealous…
about 1 year ago
Great photos Meg….
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yeah – wow, great photos.
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damn you! I’ve been drooling all over your flickr stream, but it’s only half the fun without any descriptions! I need to know exactly what I’m looking at, woman.
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Meg, I’m looking forward to your post. After eating twice at Arpege, I still don’t get it. Enlighten me!
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