I moved to New York City from France. After living in Paris for two years and Bordeaux for seven years, there are some French things that I can’t even find in the consumer paradise that is New York City. Maybe New York City’s French wine selection can outstrip that of Paris1, but …
The perfect baguette and accompanying pâtisserie? Maison Kayser has me covered, and merely basking in the dining room’s din of native French conversations whisks me straight back to France.
Truffles and scrambled eggs? Not happening here, to my knowledge; I may try to make that at home someday to accompany a stellar white Burgundy.
The thing I miss most is the salade landaise, and sadly, that’s not happening anywhere in New York City. (Click to Read more)WANT MORE? SUBSCRIBE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE.
- I have to buy the Richard Leroy’s Noels de Montbenault for French friends who can’t get it in Paris; hardly anyone in France seems to have heard of Auguste Clape … to cite but a couple [↩]