It has been a very long time between posts (although admittedly not between drinks). The last 6 months have been replete with plentiful lols, copious Côtes du Rhône and many a late night filled with truffled ham, calvados camembert and...
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I can safely say that my fondness for wine and cheese was inherited from my papa Bruce String-bean. Growing up, every Thursday night dad and his three besties would gather at our house...
Read More →I’ve made my fair share of embarrassing linguistic aberrations over the last two and a half years in Paris – I certainly learned the hard way that péter does not mean ‘to pat’, nor does...
Read More →We all know I don’t make friends with salad (although I do have a very unfortunate fondness for les salauds) but after three days of hard-core, and I might add rather uncharacteristic, juice detoxing...
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It started with Cyprus Hill and ended in Celine Dion (and a Sunday full of maudlin self pity), but boy what a night it was. On the last weekend of my whirlwind Easter...
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I read a statistic recently that by 2048 there will be no seafood left to catch except jellyfish. The straits are indeed dire. There are literally no more fish in the sea. This...
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Scandal has hit France, and no it is not the President’s wandering parliamentary member, but something much more cataclysmic. In an ongoing attempt to preserve the purity of the French language, the word...
Read More →Before I moved to Paris I had imagined being seduced by throngs of charming French men complete with berets and constant three day stubble and double barrel first names beginning with Jean; but...
Read More →Napoleon Bonaparte once famously commented that “impossible n’est pas français” (“impossible is not a French word”). Since arriving in France, I have come to discover that this statement contains about as much truth as...
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