I remember as a young girl going to Café Patachou with my dad every Saturday morning for cinnamon toast. To this day, my dad and I still visit the breakfast/lunch spot on a relatively regular basis, although some things have Read more
Is there anything better than a perfectly cooked fried egg nestled between two slices of bread? You know what I’m talking about, right? The kind that when you bite into it, a runny yolk begins to dribble out the sides Read more
Depending on whether or not you scraped through high school French like I did, the phrase “petite chou” may or may not mean something to you. Here’s a hint: it’s a term of endearment that translates to “my little cabbage.” Read more
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