Following an afternoon spent touring and tasting (and learning, a lot!) at Domaine Jean Baptiste Adam in Ammerschwihr and Humbrecht 1619 in Gueberschwihr, we were in need of a warm and hearty meal to heal our Riesling-stung gums. We tried a few spots in Gueberschwihr, but the town were largely deserted that evening and the menu offerings…
I don’t often review the restaurant of my travel accommodation, as it’s actually quite rare for me not to venture out for dinner, wherever I’m staying. But after a 30-minute nap that accidentally turned into a 2-hour snooze at the Hotel du Parc in Thann, nothing in the quaint Alsatian town seemed open to take…
Google “Alsatian specialties” and try not to salivate all over your keyboard. I dare you. Baeckeoffe, flammekueche, choucroute, fleischschnacka, tarte à l’oignon… These are hearty and filling dishes served in generous portions, perfect with a glass of local Riesling or Gewürztraminer on a frosty winter’s eve. It’s the kind of food you not just want, but need,…
What better possible way to spend two months off work than to reconnect with folks and hang out in places you never have the time to visit? That was the idea behind planning my trip to Copenhagen. Three friends flew in from their three adopted homes: a Hungarian from Jönköping in Sweden, an Argentine from the…
Yes, I did eat a Danish in Copenhagen. But in Denmark it’s called Kanelstang. And it’s a hell-of-a-lot better than that sad, goopy frisbee of dough you bring for your colleagues at office parties. My old friend who, after 2 years in Sweden has become quite the Scandinavian herself, “does fika” now. That means coffee or…
On our second morning in Copenhagen, we took a walk along the water to Nørrebro, which turned out to be my favorite neighborhood of the city. Full of cute cafes, artisan ateliers and cool vintage shops, this place also seems to have a vibrant night life, with many of the city’s best bars situated within its…
Time is passing much too fast. As I write this, I’m aboard an Air Canada flight home (to Boston), reflecting on the past two weeks of my life. On Wednesday, November 7th I woke up at 10:30, instead of the usual 6:45am. My one-year contrat de professionalization had come to an end. And as I…
