The notion of a long boozy lunch is about as Australian as a game of cricket on Christmas. In Paris, … Read more

  Overhearing someone wax lyrical about their latest cupping session, debating various methods of extraction or the merits of a cold … Read more

While the French seem rather lackadaisical about the word-wide trend towards clean, organic, raw eating, they appear to have embraced … Read more

Le Pantruche, in Pigalle, has garnered quite a reputation And I could happily say without hesitation It’s the best bistro … Read more

Along with strikes, snails, beautiful women and infidelity, steak frites is about as French it comes. Nonetheless, the proliferation of … Read more

I read a statistic recently that by 2048 there will be no more seafood left to catch except jellyfish. The … Read more

Hipsters may have ‘ruined Paris’, but this new kale-loving, steel-cut-oat-eating brand of young things have certainly done wonders for the … Read more

I had always assumed that Philadelphia cheese (and Bruce Springsteen) came from Philadelphia. I was wrong on both counts. I had also assumed that a philly cheesesteak actually contained Philadelphia cheese. I, thankfully, was also wrong about that. And I had definitely assumed that if anyone were ever to make a philly cheesesteak in Paris, it would probably be ‘frenchified’ in the same way as curry, tacos and sushi (which bizarrely does often actually contain Philadelphia cheese).

Once upon a time in Paris The only burger was a ‘royale with cheese’ And laisse tomber trying to get a good taco They were made with melted Emmenthal, oh please…