not drinking poison in paris

I started frequenting my friend Marie-Jo Mimoun's adorable Morroccan restaurant Le Tagine about two years ago. Mimoun has a superb ...

As a foreigner in Paris of a certain profusely fertile age group, I often wonder what it would be like to raise a child here. These reve...

If ever you wish to experience an almost out-of-body sense of superfluousness, visit the January Loire salons and tell the natural winem...

Last fall I helped my friends from 11ème arrondissement German bar Udo put together a small wine list for their new project, a gallery ...

I still read Pitchfork . But since it now takes less time to download albums than it does to parse reviews, I usually just peek at the p...

One of my pet causes is holding writers accountable for use of the words 'hipster' and 'bobo.' Both words are blanket ...

I should clarify by explaining that Willi's Wine Bar , the pioneering Paris wine destination founded in 1980 by British expat Mark W...

The social media trajectory of Newsweek journalist Janine di Giovanni's recent France-bashing  has been far more interesting than th...

I recently called Nicolas Lacase's 10ème Bistro Bellet "a giant defibrillator for the bistrot genre." So it behooves me ...

I'll never forget how Le Verre Volé 's Cyril Breward once described Nicholas Vauthier's range of low-sulfur north-Burgundi...

It took me a few years in Paris to appreciate how a single restaurant can cause a seismic shift in the city's dining landscape. Plac...

Deciding where to dine in Vézelay was an easy decision. We cased restaurant's lining the town's one road and lumped for  Le Boug...

For once, I've been writing enough bits and bobs for other publications to warrant a brief round-up post. - For PUNCH magazine in...

My friend Christophe Philippe, the demure and talented chef of Restaurant Christophe in the 5ème arrondissement, has misgivings about h...

On the regrettably rare occasions I find myself strolling around Paris' 14ème arrondissement, I take a great deal of pleasure in the...

I pretty much fell in love with Vezelay and its lowland twin Saint-Pere in the course of the bike trip through the Yonne back in June....