Writing about food since 2004.
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Travel
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Hungry Like The Wolf at Lupa
For those who missed high school, the history of Rome began when three brothers–Romulus, Remus, and Mario Batali–were raised by a wolf who promised one child the mightiest city in the world, the other a future restaurant empire and the last certain death. We know it’s not called Reme, so Remus died. Romulus built his…
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Florida on a Fork: Bice, Johnny V, and Prime 112
At the top end of Florida you have Jeb Bush shouting “yeehaw” wielding pistols on his gubernatorial tower, on the lowest tip you have gay men riding scooters near Ernest Hemingway’s favorite bar; in between you have grown adults dressed in mouse costumes, suntanned tourists stepping off cruise ships in sombreros and wrinkled gray-haired senior…
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Hey Mama, Nice Empanada
“What is an empanada?” This question lingered over Lisa and I like a thought bubble in a New Yorker cartoon. “I think it’s like a doughy packet,” I said. “Stuffed with stuff.” “Like an eggroll?” Lisa queried. “Yes, sort of like an eggroll.” This was the talk on the way to Empanada Mama, just a…
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The Paris Wrap-Up
I haven’t updated much since I got back for two main reasons: (1) I have a nasty cold; and (2) I really liked that the main page was completely filled with my Paris posts and videos for latecomers to graze over. But now that grazing time’s over, I thought I’d do a wrap-up. Mainly this…
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Paris, The Rest of the Trip (Days 6, 7 & 8): Au Gourmand, Ze Kitchen Galerie, Delicabar, L’Atelier de Joel Robuchon, Chez Paul. **PLUS: Special Appearances By: Clotilde AND David Lebovitz!**
Tony Bennett left his heart in San Francisco; I left my heart in Paris. I also left my jeans in Paris. Seriously. They were my favorite pair. And right now they’re under the bed in room 204 of the Pavillon Pereire Arc de Triomphe Hotel. I suppose the saying is true: you can take the…
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**WORLD PREMIERE** The Paris Films: “J’Eat Paris” & “David Lebovitz in Paris”
It is with great honor and self-aggrandizement that I present to you two of the greatest films to hit the internet since Pamela Anderson uttered the words, “Tommy Lee, I do.” Dragging a video camera through Paris takes work and effort, and here is the product of that work and effort. The first film–“J’Eat Paris”–stars…
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![Paris, Day Five: Secret Little Nooks [L’As Du Fallafel, Berthillon, La Muse Vin]](https://amateurgourmet.com/wp-content/uploads/2005/12/parisday5.webp)
Paris, Day Five: Secret Little Nooks [L’As Du Fallafel, Berthillon, La Muse Vin]
Like any major city, Paris has the face it shows to the world (the tower, the arc, Jacques Chirac) and then it has its own secret, private identity. For tourists breezing through, you hit the major spots–you ride that elevator and take pictures, you stroll down the Champs and buy “Paris Original” t-shirts. But for…
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Paris, Day Four: The Ins and Outs of Being a Tourist (Fauchon, Chez Flottes, Pierre Herme, Le Trois Freres)
I am a bad Parisian food blogger. Today’s Wednesday, Day 7, and I have to backtrack now to Day 4. But this is a good thing, I think. It means I’ve been so busy enjoying this beautiful city I fell behind. Or it means I’ve been kidnapped and replaced by a young Parisian upstart whose…
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![Paris, Day Three: Simply The Best [Petit Dejeuner, Poilâne, Barthelemy, Laduree, Chez Omar]](https://amateurgourmet.com/wp-content/uploads/2005/12/paris3.webp)
Paris, Day Three: Simply The Best [Petit Dejeuner, Poilâne, Barthelemy, Laduree, Chez Omar]
Saturday was the Day of Food. A video camera is my greatest tool for coercing innocent friends (John) and brothers of friends (Chris) into binge eating their way across a city. In this case the city was Paris. A list was made of all the most important places we needed to hit in our film—the…
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![Paris, Day Two: John Arrives [Lunch at Le Petit Plateau, Le Loup Blanc]](https://amateurgourmet.com/wp-content/uploads/2005/12/parisday2.webp)
Paris, Day Two: John Arrives [Lunch at Le Petit Plateau, Le Loup Blanc]
On Friday morning, John would arrive the same time I did on Thursday (he took the same flight). Because I napped for six hours Thursday afternoon, I woke up at the crack of dawn on Friday (around 6:30 am) and decided to go exploring before John got there after 10 (the flight landed at 7:30…
