This time our early monday morning visit to the Sammic factory in Azkoitia involved a pitstop to check out the locale for the Sammic 50th Anniversary dinner tuesday. To our delight, we were greeted with not only a Sammic-embellished kitchen in which to cook the following evening, but also with ponies!
I arrived in Paris just in time for le dîner. I was craving the savory offal from Café Constant but as it turns out, good restaurants [that don't accept reservations] will have lines out the door on a Sunday night. The neighborhood people sure know where to get their good eats. Thankfully, my local friends had already found a table around the corner at Bistro St. Dominique.
If there’s anything I miss more than the pastries in Paris, it’s the bread: