Love: The simple but divine Jambon des Trois Fermes at Le Comptoir in Paris. It was so good we went twice within 5 days. And it's inspired some simple dinners back home: a pot of mustard, some cornichons, slices of a great jambon, jamon or proscuitto, some bread and a green salad.
Like: Amelie. I am a sucker for its sweet, romantic take on fate, the connections we choose to make, and the beauty to be found in the small and everyday.
Discovery: Françoise Hardy. '60s French chanteuse and perhaps the Coolest Style Icon Ever. And her music is as cool as she is.
Obsession: The Glace Caramel au Beurre Salé at Berthillon (which is also on dessert menus all over Paris.) The butter adds a certain je ne sais quoi that traditional Salted Caramel ice creams are missing.
Complaint: San Francisco just can't seem to nail that French brasserie thing. Cafe des Amis is very much a poor man's Balthazar in my book. It just feels too new and too Marina. (And don't get me started on the weird back room with that horrible mega chandelier.) For now, to scratch this itch, a drive to Bouchon in Yountville remains in order.
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