While working as a waitress in Nice, we once had a huge lunch rush, resulting in a longer wait time for main courses than normal. (The Snug only has one chef in a teeny-tiny kitchen!) One of the tables was a group of young French professionals, who...
For starters, the food isn't anything worth being thankful for. Cranberry sauce out of can--either whole or jellied--just wouldn't cut it next to fresh confiture. Oven-warmed rolls don't stand a chance against a baguette, fresh from the boulangère....
The numbers have been slowing creeping upwards on the scale--but they're in kilos, so they mean very little to someone who worries in pounds. Even so, my skinny jeans are feeling a bit TOO skinny—and I know that all those three-course meals, cheese...
The post office often gets a bad rap. Long lines, grumpy workers, and ever-more-expensive postage. Despite this, I love snail mail: the little joy of opening up a card or package is one that I enjoy giving and receiving.
My grandma sent me...
Gone are the days of freedom fries: the world is having a love affair with France. Non-Frenchies want to know how to not get fat and how to pull off an outfit with attitude without even trying.
French women have it good: why the whole world...