Over the past few weeks, we have settled more and more into la vie parisienne. We get food almost daily, fetch bread in the mornings, and often find a good wine or two in the evenings. Life here really isn’t all that bad. I really don’t miss my car at all and actually prefer riding the Metro or …
In the month or two before I left, we were consuming copious amounts of Frank’s Red Hot sauce (it’s hcg diet compatible). While we were dating, I think that my wife was surprised to learn that when I said I was cooking chicken and vegetables for dinner, I was cooking chicken, cooking vegetables, and then …
I am reasonably certain (95%, k=2) that I have just finished consuming the worst-tasting Chipotle burrito I’ve ever laid my hands on. I know, I know: “Going to another country and just eating American food is stupid. What did you expect?” Well, after screwing around in the Metro station for almost an hour without successfully …
Fezzik In Paris 