My favourite place in the world to enjoy escargot is in the little café across from Comedie Francaise in Paris. I always sit outside facing the theatre and the fountain. For me, it’s a place of memories combined with good wine and even better escargot. They’re the traditional escargot stuffed with garlic butter. The French baguette comes already sliced; I tear bits from it and dip it into the butter that inevitably runs all over the dimpled plate. My tall champagne flute gets greasy from buttery fingers and crumbs end up all over the plate and my lap. Anyone […]

It was an evening in Paris. Sultry jazz with piano and accordion playing to the crooning of Juliet Dunn. In a softly lit room with posters of the Toulleries and Moulin Rouge, we ate foie gras, escargot, Bouillabaisse, and profiteroles. All around us were silhouettes of diners enjoying their meal to the contrasting noises of clanking silverware and toasting wine glasses. The only thing missing was the cigarette smoke wafting through the air. If you’ve ever been to Paris, you were there. I think you know the place. Downtown Niagara Falls there’s a giant Eiffel Tower on the front […]