Another food memory

Once upon a time in a little hick town in NW Pennsylvania, there existed a restaurant called the RED BULL INN. It remains one of my most poignant memories of when I was a child, and I always relished going there to eat. It was a small chain, and the theme was that of a Victorian eating house with buxom maids, pewter beer steins, and hearty food. The ambience was dark, and moody, and although kids loved the place for the crayons and toys, I was equally attracted to the ample cleavage on hand... I especially remember when my grandparents came to visit from Yorkshire, and we brought them there. My grandfather ordered the prime rib. And when the enormous piece of meat was served, he proceeded to cut it up for everyone seated at the table, as he'd never seen a piece of meat that size before, and thought it was to share for everyone!

Really feel like eating DIP tonight..

Voy Alimento

This tiny little shop (formerly a 19th century bar) located on a street just next to the Canal is the most extraordinary plant shop in Paris. Created by Frenchman, Jean-François Hammerle, after having lived in Peru for ten years, they provide equitable plant products produced in their own cooperative farm. Some of the products (especially the Amerindian foods) had never been seen before in France. Everything is cultivated and prepared with respect to keeping the plant molecules intact, and all products come from either alpine microalgae, the dessert, the Andes mountains or the Amazonian basin. More than a shop, this is a place of exchange with people passionate about creating pristine, non-industrial and beneficial plant products. (also energy milkshakes, and Sunday dietary brunch)


Voy Alimento
23 rue des Vinaigriers, 10th

Can't wait to see this

Gillardeau no.2's

I guess you can trust a family that's been farming oysters since the 14th century. Yesterday, they were perfect. And sharing them with someone special for the first time- even better..Icy cold, iodine taste, sea air..

Didn't know a blog could be undeleted! That takes all the fun out of rash, destructive impulses! Damn!

So, here I am, the one that...

Poignant food memories

Eating wild strawberries, blackberries and blueberries handpicked from the Pennsylvania forrest. Raw hotdogs from next to the BBQ grill when my parents weren't looking, potatoes roasted on the grill in tin foil with parsley, leisurely walks to the local corner store on hot summers for fudgesicles or orange creamsicles , most of which ended up on my t-shirt, lobster with butter at the Red Bull Inn

cold beers on a terrace with packets of nuts tasting like sawdust...

What are they running from, and where are they running to?

..and maybe it doesn't matter - the running's the thing...

Passage 53

Veal medallions with mashed potatoes

Very decent steak tartar (not as good as Fines Gueles, tasty fries though)

Faux filet with roast potatos (Desnoyer meat, cut in strips, cooked and seasoned perfectly and pretty damn near perfect)




A kind of hipper, more inspired Glou, this little lounge/bistro in Paris' oldest covered passageway has a lot of promise. Good products (Desnoyer meat, excellent Jabugo) , Mr. Sato, a chef trained at the only one star Japanese in the city, friendly service and easy prices. And their cred is snowballing in the Paris foodie blogosphere. Next Figaroscope 2/3 star? Only critique: the decor, which is neither "lounge" nor "bistro".

53 passage des Panoramas, 75002
+33 1 42 33 04 35