Although it was seasonally appropriate, French onion soup was hardly the food item at the top of their list. And… Read more Tepid French Onion Soup
Tag: Paris
Stepped On
It was one of those things where you could empathize with either side of the story, depending on the position… Read more Stepped On
A Girl Stares at a Hair Care Ad Instead of a Cover Story About the Demise of Humanity
They say it’s hard not to feel sorry for the current generation coming up under this regime. I say: they… Read more A Girl Stares at a Hair Care Ad Instead of a Cover Story About the Demise of Humanity
“Saint Anthony” Inspires a Meet-Cute
An ominous knockoff of Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Dani California” starts to play over the speakers of the café. I’m… Read more “Saint Anthony” Inspires a Meet-Cute
Speaking in a Foreign Language Cannot Mask Idiocy
When people are speaking in another language and laughing about something they seem to want everyone else around them to… Read more Speaking in a Foreign Language Cannot Mask Idiocy
Ain’t We Got Fun (While the Credit Card Maximum Lasted)
Of all the things to play over the PA system in the waiting area for the airport shuttle, the last… Read more Ain’t We Got Fun (While the Credit Card Maximum Lasted)
The New Mona Lisa
There she was. As vibrant and eye-catching as the day Andy “made” her. Or rather, turned her into yet another… Read more The New Mona Lisa
The Converging
Three friends, both alike in lack of dignity, had descended upon Paris at the same time after several years spent… Read more The Converging
The Detrimental Pursuit of Another Artistic Community
She loathed it when she met people from New York in Paris. Worse still, meeting someone from Bushwick in Paris.… Read more The Detrimental Pursuit of Another Artistic Community
It’s Hard to Romanticize Sitting at a Café in Paris When There’s a McDonald’s Right in Front of You
It’s hard to romanticize sitting at a café in Paris when there’s a McDonald’s right in front of you. “Charming”… Read more It’s Hard to Romanticize Sitting at a Café in Paris When There’s a McDonald’s Right in Front of You
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