Fines herbes: One up from menage a trois.
Los Angeles Times/August 2007
All I was hoping for at lunch in the Nice-Cote d’Azur airport was something slightly better than the chicken or “beef” Air France would undoubtedly be shoveling out. What I got was a good table with a view of the sea (and runway), an even better rosé and the best idea for late summer cooking. Continue reading
Los Angeles Times/July 2007
MONTPELLIER, France — The four women at a nearby table at lunch in the Medieval quarter here looked as if they had tottered in straight out of a Gallic translation of “Sex and the City”: made up, dressed up and hoping for something more than salads. Any silly resemblance ended with their drinks, though, because the waitress was delivering not a tray of cosmos but a bottle of what she cheerily announced as “Le Picpoul.” Continue reading