My late publisher’s daughter had been complaining. The new natural wine eating spots were all too fancy. It was as if the bar à vin naturel had shaved... read more →
The dirty little secret of Paris travel is the inevitability of the one terrible meal. To minimize the damage, I stick to my favorites among the... read more →
MOKONUTS Feverish, I stood next to the boxes of gnarly winter vegetables and studied the tiny menu. Then I saw the carrot... read more →
LE CADORET Just off the plane in Paris, I usually head right to Mokonuts but this time I was heading for the 19th. It’s inconvenient,... read more →