I talk about this address as much as I love him. You write how much she means to me carefully. It will be difficult because it is a matter of the heart. Exclusive. Personal. Transferable. Like most matters of the heart - if you exclude the testimony of a few brave insolent polygamous.
I wish you could touch the finger that which emanates from a place like this. But it is elusive, like life. Because one night, if you come at the end of service, you might find embracing couples dancing on the tube in a room screened Dalida, another night, you would fall on a merry big band winemakers on a spree, crowded bar, or a room elbow to elbow up, with a trumpet player who controls the movement of food in the center of the racket, or even one night of calm between storms, you have the chance be exceptionally invited to sit at one table outside, in lovely, quiet courtyard, a beautiful summer evening, sheltered from the bustle of the city moist, to share with carefully chosen a company that intimacy miraculous only exists in certain public places.
I would also like you to understand how one day Danny, the radiant and toned hostess places, infuses what could be an ordinary neighborhood restaurant again, a wonderful poetry, a unique character, and gives it its soul. Because that is what it is: caring, availability, sensuality. What makes an address for a miracle. When you push the door of the Enfants Rouges, you quickly become something other than a client, a friend, a regular. As a member of the family. Unless Danny does not like you. But in this case, it will take you to blame yourself, to be missed humanity that awaits you. I
as you are happy with the kitchen. I've eaten so much that I could just be glowing. That would be cheating. Of course there were failures here and there. Hold the bowl with Anton, nice head, and onion jam. Hold a pigeon memorable. Hold the chuck confit with red wine. The beautiful home fries. Rice pudding. Do not complicate your life too much and things should fall, especially since the exception is elsewhere. Exactly one floor below.
Could you look this book cellar. And you sob with emotion. Without a doubt, one of the finest collection of bottles from the Rhone Valley the capital. At affordable price. And in all regions, the expertise of Danny. Not a bad taste, not a flat, in a word: elegance. I tasted many wines recommended by Danny, because I trust him, because it is true, because I love him. Because its steps are guided by passion. Not a single bad bottle. Never. None. None. Here, you drink a small or large batch, you'll love, with the velvet tannins and minerality of the tail. Huddled. Serene. Conquered. Simply happy. And you understand that wine, like life, is a miracle.
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