C&J Blog Article



Pre prandial Boulevardiers (more than, ahem, one greedy round) at Midfield Wine Bar & Tavern⁩ expertly mixed by Carter. Buzzy atmosphere. Great music...

We headed off, thereafter, to ⁦Le Bar Itin pour diner...

And then it was time for dessert. Hmm. Bless me Father, for I have sinned. And as mah wee Scottish granny wid gurgle: “Haud ma heels...”

Now. Unless you, like we, are slaves to the perfect Creme Caramel - and a galactic search for this particular dessert heaven variant - you mightn’t see the joy, herein. Colin selected Tarte Tartin. Just the right level of 'chew'. Apples just 'so'. And we wept. They oozed. Dinner at ⁦@LeBaratin⁩ Perfect bliss. And then home.

This morning, clothes stacked neatly on the dresser, something is awry. Something is missing. A shoe. We've searched high and low, and we've even asked our concierge if a wayward hoof has been located in any of our condo's common areas. No sign. Not a jot. Nada. Nowt. #çinderella

But we have bigger poisson to fry. Epic malaise.

QUIETLY please. Holy cra*p: heids nippin'. As mah wee Scottish granny wid cackle: "Mix grape an' grain an' ye deserve the PAIN." Aye, she's a sage auld owl. The Boulevardiers were indeed deelish. And the wine somewhat palatable for a 2017 Cab. But the resultant mangled nappers. NEVER again...

Can you guess which one of us lost the chaussure...?

Tidings, C&J xx


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