for the purist
Two eggs, over easy.
for the purist
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Portrait of a failed Parisian. Not even Ian Curtis or the Rosé could save us from the party foul of starting with cheese.
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RIGHT: What an intellectual plate of radishes! WRONG: Imagine if this had a handful of carne asada on top. (at Le Comptoir du Relais)
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And on the second day in Odeon he said, “Let there be blood.” (at Le Comptoir du Relais)
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Talk about indulging in a cliche. I could easily kill a moat of this, but I won’t… because that would be a bad thing. Yes, a very bad thing. #internaldialogue (at Angelina Paris)
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Serious-faces on at the CdG CdG show.  (at Place Vendôme)
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I more or less felt like this pigeon at the end of the 4hr Carte Blanche barrage at l’Ami Jean. Fed, dead, and sitting on a fat liver.  (at L’Ami Jean)
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at L’Ami Jean
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Highlights from L’Avant Comptoir: Macaron de boudin noir béarnais – if you like dinuguan (or anything with pork blood) this is basically “it” for you.  (at L’Avant-Comptoir Odéon)
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Highlights from L’Avant Comptoir: Hot dog saucisse de canard confite – Duck confit in tube form. Yeah, duck confit in tube form. (at L’Avant-Comptoir Odéon)