I Was Thirty-seven Years Old And Still

In The 1970s We Got Nouvelle Cuisine, In Which A Lot Of The Old Rules Were Kicked Over. And Then We Had Cuisine Minceur, Which People Mixed Up With Nouvelle Cuisine But Was Actually Fancy Diet Cooking.

We Hit It Off Immediately, Especially Helene, Who Was A 'swallow-life-in-big-gulps' Kind Of Person.

It's Simply A Very Romantic Place. Just One Look At Any Of Those Streets, And You Couldn't Be Anywhere Else - It's So Beautiful, And There's That Location, And The Sense Of The Free Spirit. Who Couldn't Become Ravenous In Such A Place?

There Are Reasons, And Then There Are Excuses.

I Don't Use The Word Gourmet. The Word Doesn't Mean Anything Anymore. 'gourmet' Makes It Sound Like Someone Is Putting Sherry Wine In The Corn-flake Casserole.