Restaurant: Joël Robuchon at the Metropôle

review: at the metropole… (joël robuchon monte-carlo)

– Is the moment of innovation more exciting than the period of enjoyment thereafter?  What happens when zeitgeist changes and context fades? Although I am old enough to have eaten at Jamin, Joël Robuchon’s first restaurant in Paris, I never did.  And, even if I had, as a toddler, I wouldn’t have appreciated the revolutionary […]

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review: at the metropole… (joël robuchon monte-carlo)

– Is the moment of innovation more exciting than the period of enjoyment thereafter?  What happens when zeitgeist changes and context fades? Although I am old enough to have eaten at Jamin, Joël Robuchon’s first restaurant in Paris, I never did.  And, even if I had, as a toddler, I wouldn’t have appreciated the revolutionary […]

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best desserts of 2011…

(Frozen Sake; elBulli) Is pastry having a “moment?” Judging by the desserts I’ve had this year, I’d say it is. In the past, I’ve tacked on a dozen or so desserts to my annual “best dishes” post in a section at the bottom called “just desserts.”  While their inclusion was far from an afterthought, even […]

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best desserts of 2011…

(Frozen Sake; elBulli) Is pastry having a “moment?” Judging by the desserts I’ve had this year, I’d say it is. In the past, I’ve tacked on a dozen or so desserts to my annual “best dishes” post in a section at the bottom called “just desserts.”  While their inclusion was far from an afterthought, even […]

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travel: a european outing…

If life isn’t measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away, then my recent one-month trip through Europe, alone, deserves its own biography. So full were my days that each seemed a chapter, and every moment a page-turn that peeled away yet another layer […]

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travel: a european outing…

If life isn’t measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away, then my recent one-month trip through Europe, alone, deserves its own biography. So full were my days that each seemed a chapter, and every moment a page-turn that peeled away yet another layer […]

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