not drinking poison in paris

The Native Companion has lately succeeded in dragging me to more museums. Each time in the ticket line I confront my reason for usually...

There would not, initially, seem to be much purpose in my writing anything at all about Procopio Angelo , the eponymous restaurant of ...

Natural wine enthusiasts are kind of like vegetarians: we know their preferences, but their reasons why diverge wildly. A few natural wi...

Some time after we stopped dating, my ex F moved to a really superb apartment just next to one of Paris' most beloved bistrots and s...

I might as well start off by explaining that La Pointe du Groin is an alternate spelling for La Pointe du Grouin , a rocky outcropping o...

The other day at lunchtime my colleague R and I announced to our high-pitched and highly amusing senior colleague L that we were going ...

Most comparisons of cities are offered as a way for the speaker - usually an inhabitant of the smaller or less lively of the two cities ...

I'm still alive. As of now I still intend to continue the blog. I'm sort of husbanding writerly resources at the moment, sketchi...

Septime le resto , its relative informality notwithstanding, is a destination restaurant. One needs to plan ahead - not to mention budg...

In a break from my habit of writing about things long after they've lost all relevance, I thought I'd mention my friend Camille ...

The remarkable hyperactivity of Paris food-blogging is partly due to the outsize international attention paid what is essentially a med...

One would like to cite beauty, good taste, and pleasure as one's dining ideals. But, as in most fields, there are extra-aesthetic co...

One indication I've been doing this blog too long is that certain restaurants and wine bars I've written about have since been ...

The fashion company I work for used to have a shop not far from métro Abbesses in Montmartre. I think the original commercial rationale...

Before we caught our train down to Florence, we took a very early lunch at a restaurant one of my friends had booked, Antica Trattor...

Seeking to wring every last drink out of my brief stay in Milan, I arranged to meet my friend and host M for last call at Bar Basso , a ...