Do you ever find yourself hungry near Piccadilly Circus? If you appreciate shopping, love theatre-going or (god forbid) are hosting guest that insisted on dragging you to Leicester Square on a weekend, I’m going to go ahead and assume that yes, yes you do!
Soooo, I might have gone a teeny tiny (huge) bit overboard with sales shopping in January. Which has made me the proud owner of two sets of guest towels, a beautiful breakfast tray and a dozen candles amongst other things. And a little bit broke in the process.
Everybody says, pastry is very strict and should not be messed up with. Follow the rules and all will go well. The only problem with that is that I’m really quite terrible at following rules.
There are few dishes that everybody loves. And while I have met a few of those people with rather unusual dislikes (apparently, some people find ice cream repulsive. Shocking, I know!), I am still to come across anyone that doesn’t like madeleines.
There’s something quite fascinating about bar dining. Watching the chefs do their thing, grating this, chopping that… it never fails to make me want to order the whole menu! Which is pretty much what happened at Frenchie Bar à Vins!