In May, Imbibe Magazine sent me to Paris to report on the city's cocktail culture. Over the course of five days, I tried nearly 30 bars (I hope to overcome the lingering hangover some day), including institutions like Harry's New York Bar and The Hemingway Bar at The Ritz (neither did anything for me, but [...]
Pretzels and white Alsatian wine are exactly what I crave at mile 24. Six months ago, I signed up for the Paris Marathon and slowly eased into training, weary of injuries incurred in past years. Whether at the table or on the track, I am prone to extremes and accustomed to working through the pain. [...]
Yesterday I visited the cellar at Chez Dumonet, my new favorite restaurant in Paris. It’s a place I could happily be imprisoned for life, subsisting off the thousands of Crémant de Bordeaux, Pauillac, Margaux, and Sauternes and slivers of […]
Under normal circumstances, I would never advise anyone to eat pasta in Paris (unless it is part of beef bourguignon). But today is no ordinary day. At 8:45 a.m. 40,000 runners will depart from the Arc de Triomphe for the 26 miles and […]
