You know you’re getting closer when the unmistakable smell of BBQ meat is wafting down the street. It’s a nondescript street in the 11th arrondissement of Paris. It’s lunchtime on Sunday and the smoky smell is making you hungrier.
Living in France doesn’t necessarily mean every dinner out is a great one, or even a pretty good one. Recently we had 2 meals that were at opposite ends of the spectrum.
Sometimes you just assume that you’ve written about a restaurant you’ve been to a million times. For whatever reason, I’ve never really written about one of our favorites, Le Safari in Nice.
