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On being vegetarian in France
A few months ago, my son Sam declared himself a vegetarian. Now, if we lived in California this might not sound unusual, but this is France, proud land of steak-frites and saucisson, andouillette and tête de veau. 41 comment(s)
Bread trolley
A new chef at the Louis XV
It was potatoes that first cemented my friendship with Franck Cerutti, chef for ten years at Alain Ducasse's Louis XV restaurant in Monaco. 12 comment(s)
Pramil facade
Paris restaurant: Pramil
When it comes to restaurants, I'm not really that demanding. I want the basic ingredients to be seasonal and good. I want the cooking to show restraint: nothing puts me off more than an overly complicated plate. And I want the chef to have a heart that shines through in the food. 8 comment(s)
Hanging basket
Sunday lunch at Holland Park
Tempting as it was to linger on the beach on Sunday morning, I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to visit Holland Park, an intriguing new garden center/restaurant that has been open just a couple of months. 1 comment(s)
Haven in Paris balcony
A few days in Montmartre with Haven in Paris
I have a vision of my perfect apartment in Paris. It would be high up - stairs don't scare me - with a small balcony and a sweeping view over the zinc rooftops, punctuated here and there with church spires and glimmering domes. 16 comment(s)
Menu for Hope-2
Menu for Hope: Win a Paris food itinerary, bid item EU19
Each year, in the midst of the Christmas rush, I like to make a little time for Menu for Hope. 1 comment(s)
Paris-Brest
The Paris-Brest at La Pâtisserie des Rêves
Never one to miss a new Paris pastry shop, I made a taxi screech to a halt when I spotted La Pâtisserie des Rêves back in September. 4 comment(s)
Big Ben
Ready, prêt, go: Eating on the run in London
For the school holidays, I took Sam to London to brush up his English. Well, that was the official excuse. 8 comment(s)
Ecole des Filles terrace
L'Ecole des Filles
The surreal extravagance of our last meal in Liguria left us with a quandary: how could any restaurant live up to that experience, which was all the more incredible for having caught us off guard? 2 comment(s)
Italian cheese
Sunday in Liguria
When I want a complete change of scenery, I get in the car and drive for 40 minutes. As soon as we cross the border into Italy, everything is suddenly different: the people, the language, the music, the clothes, the coffee (especially the coffee). 9 comment(s)
Mirabelles
Time for mirabelles
When summer decides that it's over in the south of France, it doesn't fool around. 6 comment(s)
Cévennes donkey
Les Cévennes, donkey and all
Les Cévennes is a region barely known to tourists and even less so to foreigners, and that's the way I like it. Even so, it would seem a tiny bit selfish to keep quiet about my latest holiday in those wild mountains between Nîmes and Montpellier, which was different but every bit as extraordinary as last year's. 5 comment(s)
Art Home
At home with Art Home
Everyone has been talking about Nomiya lately, and I was starting to feel like the only person who can't boast about having eaten at the ultra-cool temporary restaurant on the top floor of the Palais de Tokyo. 6 comment(s)
Au Petit Gari
Au Petit Gari: a lesson in where not to eat
If my brief career as a Paris bistro chef has given me fresh admiration and respect for restaurant owners who care, it has also made me less forgiving of those who take the customer for an uncomfortable ride. 16 comment(s)
Rosa Table de Claire
La Table de Claire: the aftermath
Becoming a bistro chef for a weekend at La Table de Claire seemed like a brilliant idea until I found myself facing a mountain of vegetables with my back to five flaming burners on one of the most stifling days of the year in Paris. 6 comment(s)