The Return of Radioface
After losing my radio virginity to Peter Greenwood in September, I was back on the radio this week.
Euranet’s Sarah Elzas called me at home to propose the topic (is the Paris food scene dead?) and then showed up 15 minutes later to tape this segment while I was still in my slippers.
Listen in (pop-up player here) beginning at the 10:45 mark to hear me coo about croquettes, whisper breathlessly about Greg Marchand, and giggle like a drunken school girl about vin chaud.
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