The DKA, Dominique Ansel Bakery, Manhattan
I’m on a little kouign amann bender right now – a memory bender, that is, since I haven’t had any for a few months. You may recall that I just wrote about the… Continue reading
I’m on a little kouign amann bender right now – a memory bender, that is, since I haven’t had any for a few months. You may recall that I just wrote about the… Continue reading
So true – never trust a non-eater! Happy almost weekend, everyone.
The day I discovered Maison George Larnicol was kind of like the food equivalent to the dramatic Lloyd Dobler-In Your Eyes-boombox moment in Say Anything. I was walking along the rue de Rivoli,… Continue reading
(Full photo slideshow at the bottom.) “We’ll always have Paris.” That famous line from Casablanca (which, shamefully, I’ve never seen) gets thrown around a lot, mostly in jest. After living here for four… Continue reading
I eat with way too much gusto for my own good and waist size; I’ll try almost anything, but I draw the line at bugs, organs, and blood. In my ever-so-slightly overactive imagination,… Continue reading