Nyon to Yvoire

This post is a public service announcement that you can easily take a ferry from one little town to another. In Nyon, just outside of Geneva, you can hop of a ferry in the middle of the waterfront and head to one of many places. Today that place is Yvoire, a medieval village in France….

Le Sâotico

Our last night in Paris, we had dinner with my girlfriend and her mum at a restaurant conveniently located down the street from our hotel in the 2nd arr. My friend is gluten free and found the joint on some gluten free angel app that she has. After making the reservation, I followed them on…

Hôtel Saint-Marc, Paris

Do your hotel requirements include a velvet furniture playground, highly-lacquered honor bar, vast breakfast options, Art Deco accents, and a location in a quiet are of a city in turmoil? Then, let me introduce you to the charming, Hôtel Saint-Marc in the second arrondissement. Green Velvet: The breakfast room was simple, but still instagramable. Teal…

Ex Anniversaries and Steak Salad Nicoise

Last week would have been my twelfth wedding anniversary and I never really know what to do with that day any more. I look forward to the next great relationship so that I don’t feel the need to mark it any longer, but for now, we persist. The last few years I’ve spent it as…

Bobo vs Hipsters

Bobo or Hipster? Which are you? You can guess what I am…. Take the quiz and let me know what types of brilliant folks are reading my blog. 🙂 Also, is this not the most charming newsletter in the history of newsletters?! If you aren’t already signed up to become more Parisian, particularly with a…

French Me

Remember that time I had a blog… I just did too! Hi, guys! It’s been a crazy month! Moving in with the chap and the beast, traveling to the MIA, dealing with office renovations, and of course Bastille Day! That’s right, Bastille Day is a favourite holiday, but let’s face it, all holidays are favourite…

The Infidelities of Poultry

So amoung a slew of bad Tinder dates, tales I promise to regale you with soon, I’ve been seeing a gentleman suitor enough to get to know him a bit. Enough to know that we both think ourselves quality at-home chefs, him probably more since he actually was a chef for a few years. Isn’t…

Happy Hour in Paris: Where to Practice the Art of Apero

To say I can be obsessive about things I love is an understandment – I love love. And loving every article in The Cut’s 30 days in Paris special is certainly no exception.  As a fan of the apertif, first learned in Italian cafes, but enjoyed more in Parisian homes, I found this article undeniably…