about 2 hours ago - No comments
The rentrée (post-summer season) is upon us, bringing cooler weather, crippling strikes, and a host of new openings. One that will surely generate a lot of buzz is the wine bar at Spring.
When chef Daniel Rose began to renovate a former skate shop on the rue Bailleul, he discovered a wealth of subterranean possibilities. His construction
about 1 month ago - 5 comments
Last week, I found myself at a place that people don’t much talk about anymore – Aux Lyonnais. This is Alain Ducasse’s take on the bouchon – a style of restaurant from Lyon specializing in that region’s traditional and very meaty fare. I brought my boyfriend, a real Lyonnais, for dinner last week. We started with an
about 1 month ago - 2 comments
I ate at Spring on Friday night, along with two other writers who have already published accounts of the very same meal. I’ll spare you the repetition and simply direct you to these reviews by Barbra Austin and Adrian Moore. You might also like to read the review by Mr. Lung from the following night,
about 3 months ago - 2 comments
The evening began with an apology over the phone: “the owner is gone this week, so we’re only doing tapas.” It finished with some nail-in-the-coffin Crozes-Hermitage, taken while standing at the bar and listening to this song:
I think I may have found my happy place. In this place, men who are handsome enough to have worked
about 4 months ago - 10 comments
La Régalade is one of this city’s most beloved classic bistros. Founded by Yves Camdeborde in 1992, it was left in the hands of Bruno Doucet, a chef who (high praise) didn’t ruin it. I visited this bastion of bistronomy last year, loved my meal, but never returned. I suppose that distance trumped delicious. How excited
about 4 months ago - 13 comments
A lotta calories, that’s what. Along with stories, smiling producers, geeky facts, easy walking, more eating, more eating, more food.
Since last fall, Barbra Austin and I have been working with Context Travel to develop and lead food tours in the city’s most edible neighborhoods. Because the groups are small (never more than six mouths to feed)
about 4 months ago - 7 comments
I’m a little in love with Jamie and Marie.
Since 2004, this Franco-American couple has been raising some of the coolest restaurants (and children) in Paris. Outposts of their Pink Flamingo pizza empire open unerringly in the neighborhoods that need them most – places filled with broke hipsters, post-punk parents, and picnic lovers of every stripe.
However
about 5 months ago - 1 comment
The look on their faces: that’s the satisfaction that comes from getting what you want. Which, in this case, was a good time with food and wine to follow a tasting at Spring Boutique. We hadn’t reserved, it was spur of the moment, and we were suffering from post-Bigarrade poverty disorder.
In Paris, no money + no
about 5 months ago - 16 comments
I went last night for the first time to La Bigarrade, approximately two years after everyone else. This far-out restaurant (in terms of both cooking and location) has been a hit ever since it opened back in December 2007. In the model of Spring restaurant (Daniel Rose was a consultant), chef Christophe Pelé produced a
about 5 months ago - 3 comments
My boyfriend recently informed me that he had made a dinner reservation: “Someplace new… someplace I think you haven’t heard of.”
“That’s not possible,” I replied, and I meant it. For the past six weeks, in preparing to launch a new website, I’ve been following the restaurant press quite closely. If I hadn’t heard of it,
about 10 months ago
fwiw, the MacDo at Luxembourg requires you to punch in a code for your receipt to use the restroom. bitches.
about 10 months ago
Amy’s right – I noticed that on a recent “visit” to MacDo. It’s still possible to steal a wee, you just have to linger by the bathroom door waiting for someone to come out.
about 10 months ago
Same with many of the Starbucks in Paris; gotta buy something to get the door code to the loo.
I am a big fan of just walking into any cafe like I belong there, and using the facilities. I’ve yet to have anyone give me a hard time about it. Best places to do this are the ones with a terrasse; the folks working inside have no idea that you haven’t been sitting out there the entire time.
FYI, I love eating at Polidor in the 6th for its “old Paris ambiance” and its a favorite of my husband, but unfortunately that ambiance also extends to their one and only toilet: TURKISH.