Showing posts from August, 2018

NOSTALGIQUE: The Pop of 1980-2000

This is one helluva #TBT. I know I'm getting old when I catch myself listening to the music of my youth more often than I have before (even though I still pride myself on discovering new tunes on a regular basis, not necessarily what's on the radio). So it makes sense that I threw together more than 150 songs from the 80s and 90s to help me escape some of the present-day shittiness of adulthood (and the dystopia that is the current America). This is my audio comfort food. This is my time machine taking me back to those days when one of my biggest concerns was whether or not the VCR would record the latest episode of The X-Files . @TheFirstEcho

An American in Paris, Part 2: Beef, Bicycles, and Blomet

After consuming a variety of crepes,  fromage , and escargot throughout Paris, my culinary adventure finally brought me to the arches of the Marché Saint-Germain, where I discovered  L’Étable  and its menu, a collection of dishes that should be on every meat lover’s must-list. (Sorry, vegans — but there is a vinaigrette-soaked artichoke app worth drooling over.) The restaurant, which opened a year ago, was born from the desire to “eat well in a beautiful place.” The spacious dining room, with its industrial-high ceilings and huge windows, is accentuated with cowhides and raw wood and illuminated by globe chandeliers — a design choice by Imaad Rahmouni who, I’ve been told, was going for a brown-colored cocoon. Our charming hostess, Doucelia ( her gold-plated name necklace was a helpful reminder ), suggested that we try their popular “trilogy of beef,” cuts from matured breeds and regions throughout France such as Limousin, Aubrac, and Simmental. But before we indulged in

An American in Paris, Part 1: Storms, Snails, and Soufflés

I carefully studied the colorful lines on the map of the Paris Metro, and after a few minutes, it wasn’t so difficult to decipher.  I just have to take the yellow line heading towards Gare d’Austerlitz , I told myself,  and take it to La Motte Picquet Grenelle, where I’ll need to transfer onto the light green line (the 6) heading towards Nation, and then take that to Pasteur, where I’ll take the 12 to Vaugirard … Simple enough, right? Torrential rain and a lightning storm didn’t make it so simple. When I landed in Paris for three-night visit earlier this summer, I didn’t anticipate such a wet welcome. But after spending one cold weekend here as a student abroad 17 years ago ( ah, the early aughts ), I was ready to reacquaint myself with the city known for its  fromage , fashion, and fondness for romance. However, before I could familiarize myself with the intricate Metro system, I opted for a cab once I rolled my luggage outside the terminal at Charles de Gaulle. A luxe