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…

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…

Steak Frites Take Un

It’s David Lebovitz vs the New York Times for best steak frites recipe in 2015! First up, Monsieur David… Finally, I was able to test drive a recipe from my beautiful, autographed cookbook that I kept on the other side of the kitchen from my cookin lab. Anyone that knows me has experienced how neat…

It's Friday, I'm In Love…

…With… Fashion. Well, I’m always in love with fashion – not just on Fridays. This week in particular, though, something has struck a sartorial chord. Perhaps it was finally catching up on Vogue ( I didn’t even hate the Kimye article), or adoring Mindy’s rainbow of Chanel bags on the season finale, or simply shopping;…

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…

Literal Macarons and Mayhem

I suffer from a constant case of wanderlust, the inability to pass by a macaron shop without a taste, and love of impromptu adventures, big and small. What better way to kick off a dreamy blog with how the French will be spending their summers– bounced into the refreshingly cool (not so much) waters of…