Periodically, I get fed up with the fads in Parisian restaurants and I realized this week that these guys are just as sheepish as the fashionistas who lower or raise hemlines or declare what this year's color will be.
So this winter it's eggs, cauliflower couscous, brunch on weekends and beets, beets, beets.
One ray of individualism; a guy today did what I do frequently with friends, he ordered a carafe of water while his companion had the 8 E bottled stuff.
And?
Posted by: Margaret Pilgrim | December 10, 2011 at 03:27 AM