
Where To Eat in Paris: A Personal List
We ate our way through Paris with gusto, experiencing more moments of pure bliss than is possible in any other city.
Los Angeles food writer Helene Siegel is the author of 40 cookbooks, including the “Totally Cookbook” series and “Pure Chocolate.” She runs the Pastry Session blog. During COVID-19, she shared Sunday morning baking lessons over Zoom with her granddaughter, eight-year-old Piper of Austin, Texas.
We ate our way through Paris with gusto, experiencing more moments of pure bliss than is possible in any other city.
How can I be so enamored of a country with such a long history of antisemitism?
Within walking distance of my Los Feliz home at this moment, seven establishments, not including restaurants, are serving coffee tailored to a specific segment of our hipster, caffeine-addled population.
Wasn’t feminism supposed to mean that we were no longer defined by narrow gender roles?
For those of you who travel to eat, here are a few pointers for hunting down a good restaurant experience.
The Farmer’s Market, now surrounded by the razzle-dazzle Grove shopping center, has been a source of solace for me since I moved to LA in the early eighties.
As much as I reject materialism, who can deny the power of one perfect gift?
Not only do I want my salad coated with dressing, I want all the cheese, anchovies and whatever other crunchy bits come with those bland leaves. After all, isn’t it the other ingredients that give a bowl of grains or lettuces pizazz?
Who knew it would take 40 years to taste the yeasty onion-strewn bread of my youth again? When I spotted some, next to the bagels on a generous buffet table at a recent event, I had to pinch myself.
As a contemporary grandmother, I’m surprised at how often I weave bits about my birth family’s Jewishness into the stories that I tell the children