The Dictator of Taste is Schooling You
Tired of pushing through crowds around the Eiffel, or walking through the burning heat?
Chez Ribe is a convenient stop-over near the Invalides, where you can stay within your daily budget, with a value-for-money seated lunch somewhere cool, clean and interesting.
I may not have had a full meal here, but the dessert at Le Bistro Marbeuf, bears all the exemplary marks of an establishment unyielding in delivering foodie nirvana.
The first visit was a calm ebb…a lethargic moment in an enclave wreaking of freshly ground coffee beans and simple cafe finery. Their linguistic dexterity rests in the language of coffee; and any gastrolinguist worth their taste-buds, will speak in tongues when they have a cuppa here. The second visit was a loud affair as…
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You’re sitting at work, bored and angry at whoever decided you needed to be born without your permission. Pack your bag, get in a car, and head for Franschhoek – I’ve got a place for you to unwind. Franschhoek is known for its serenity and lazy sunny days, but it is celebrated for its wine…