Halloween in Paris

Paris may be home to one of the spookiest places I’ve ever been, the bone-filled catacombs, but the city offers Continue reading →

My generation doesn’t eat supper

The young North American men who flocked to Montparnasse in the 1920s came to drink not to eat. The women were Continue reading →

The American

The very first place in Paris that Christopher Newman, the tourist-hero of Henry James’s 1876-7 novel The American, visits when Continue reading →

There is no Ibérico or serrano, only Jamón

The novel most responsible for the everlasting romanticization of Jazz Age expat culture in Paris, Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises, takes Continue reading →

Breakfast à Paris

Although the sun had long since fallen over the Seine, flowing by across the street, the crowd at Paris’s Shakespeare Continue reading →

Cassoulet

“To the untrained American ear cassoulet sounds like some sort of ambrosia.” – Julia Child For Americans in love with Continue reading →

M.F.K. Fisher’s Hunger

“When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it” – M.F.K. Fisher, The Gastronomical Continue reading →

Le Rosbif

Le rosbif is an excellent husband: loving, supportive, and, I should stress for the sake of this blog, a very Continue reading →