October 7, 2011 § Leave a comment
…Is what a beneficiary of a portion of the frittata called it. And in truth, it was.
April 11, 2011 § 1 Comment
Hot French food is an oxymoron.
One thing this bear has never been able to figure out is why French food is never piping hot. Whether in Paris or Singapore, I’ve never managed to scald my tongue while chowing down on French cuisine. My recent visit to Cocotte at Wanderlust Hotel didn’t change my opinion, but it did open my eyes to how satisfying and un-snooty French food can be.
Take the Poulet Roti, for example.