A tragedy

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The title of this post was going to be “Chez [name redacted]: A perfect neighborhood place.” Then tragedy struck. Continue reading

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A quick visit to the Alps

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I had been hankering for raclette ever since missing my chance to try it in France, so last Thursday I went to eat it in New York. Philippe found me a quirky little place that serves fondue and raclette – but only on winter nights they deem sufficiently cold – out of a dimly lit, speakeasy-like back room. Getting to it felt almost like going through the wardrobe into Narnia. Continue reading