Unfinished Biz



So I realized I never finished blabbering about the things I inhaled in Paris last month, which is a crime and no way to end the year. What if I didn’t tell the world about my goat cheese quiche? How would people even find purpose? IDK. So here I go. Also, this is how I remember my caloric intake/revelations abroad, which is crucial for when I migrate/elope there and never come back.


Mojito Reunion



I have a soft spot for anything sugary, fruity and fattening. Oops.

When my girl Janelle flew into Paris yesterday, we made it to a mojito happy hour for a nice 5,50 euros at Cafe Divan in Bastille, grabbed some dinner at Paradis du Fruit and then headed to Andy Wahloo for the real mccoy. By that I mean a Mojito fruits rouges for a whopping…13 euros. Absolutely worth it. Great undercover bar in the 3rd arrondissement. I have yet to try Derriere, the restaurant next door which is supposed to be awesome. However, I have been to Bob’s Kitchen just across the street and it is a delicious healthy food spot when you can’t stomach another croissant…or when you just need some quinoa to add to that croissant…

Andy Wahloo, 69 Rue des Gravilliers, 75003