Around the world, one dish at a time.
Call them ‘macarons’ or ‘macaroons’ – I favour macaroons in a type of reverse snobbery that I don’t want to analyse too closely – Paris is the spiritual home of the feather-light, double-decker, miniature macaroon. And, just like a gelato quest in Rome – we …
One thing everyone has to do when swinging through Paris, however quickly, is eat steak frites at a classic Parisian bistro. And, thanks to a tip from Kate McCulley, we did exactly that, at Restaurant Chartier. Set in the heart of Montmartre, in a listed …
Growing up British in an era before the Channel Tunnel had finally connected us with our not-so-dear neighbour and long-term rival France, and while plane travel remained substantially an expensive luxury rather than a mode of mass transport, ferries figured highly in my childhood. And, …