The French have gotten a lot of bashing during this election cycle. But personally, I am a big fan. Here's 5 ways the French have made my life better.
1. Favorite SF restaurants: Cafe Claude, Clementine. Both French. It's the food, it's the cute frenchmen, it's the decadence of an ice cold blackberry martini on a sunny patio on Friday afternoon. Oh, and Zazie. Where they put your latte in a small bowl and bring you french toast made from challa bread. Dang.
2. Cheese. The sheep and goat's milk cheese at Cowgirl Crememry are out of this world. Some of the best? French.
3. Clothes: my fab new shirt is made by Charles Cotonay, Paris. It's orange. Cotton flannel.
4. Need a tote? Jack Gomme makes great canvas bags. Paris.
5. The world's best linens: Frette. If ever there were a reason to marry someone for their money, high threadcount sheets are it. I can't even go in the store; I'm afraid I'll cry.
A follow-up to yesterday's post: the drill at my workplace in the middle of the night was a staged Sarin gas attack on the underground train, BART. Explains why the sidewalks this morning were very, very clean.
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