Where does an indecisive, solo dining, 30something, finicky, foodie choose to eat on her birthday?
Ever since I started working over 15 years ago I made a vow to myself not to ever work on my birthday. I wasn’t working the day I came into this world so why should I be on the anniversary of that day – simples! It’s just that this year I had no idea of what I wanted to do. It felt as if I’ve come full circle 4 years ago when I came to this country I took myself to Angelina for their legendary hot chocolate and walked around my new hometown. View Post
May is the month of faire le pont – yipee! What is faire le pont well simply put if a public holiday falls on a Thursday or Tuesday most people take the preceding or following day off and so bridge the gap to make a long weekend. May is the month with a lot of public holidays, three to be precise. For a so called secular country there are a lot of religious public holidays during the year although in May there is just Ascension Day, but lets not rock the boat the French are very sensitive about rights and holidays in whatever form are sacrosant! View Post
When I first moved to Paris I was too shy to sit at a table on a bistro terrace. I felt intimidated by all the people drinking their coffee or sipping wine whilst puffing away on their cigarettes and laughing with their friends. I was alone and ashamed of the way I sounded so foreign as if I just stepped off the Eurostar speaking French with my broad London accent. View Post
After all my business trip and an unbelievable, but far too short, 4 day stay in Bali in April I caught a reflection of myself in the mirror and thought who is that person staring back at me? Sometimes when I dine solo in places they ask that solo diners to sit at the counter, bar whatever you want to call it and well can you imagine the discomfort of sitting there worrying as to whether you backside is hanging out. Which is why I have always asked for a table, I may be solo but I want a table and not least because of backside exposure fear! View Post
After being on the road, so to speak, for the past month on a constant conveyor belt of airplane and hotel meals I was in need to something healthy to kick start my solo dining in Paris. I toyed with the idea of dusting down my juicer and then I thought better of it – the juicing part is fine it’s the washing up that makes me question why something so healthy generates so much mess. After a bit of swiping on the Ipad I knew the hidden gem that had just what I was looking for Bob’s Kitchen, Paris. View Post