Cavalock and The Other Bedside Experience

Its been ages since I did some bedside reading before hitting the sack but last month I picked up David Lebovitz's The Sweet Life in Paris. A very entertaining and informative read, filled with his amusing insights as a gay American pastry chef and cookbook author living in the City of Lights.

Now if I had read this book before visiting Paris I would probably think twice about making that trip cos Lebovitz certainly doesn't paint a very flattering image of the Parisians. Yes, I know he's just exaggerating all their faults and idiosyncrasies. But still, ain't no smoke if there ain't no fire, if youse knows wat ah mean.

When I was in Paris last year I had a terrific time, almost none of the annoying little French quirks mentioned in the book crossed paths with me. Well, I said 'almost' cos I think the closest I got to experiencing anything like that was at the supermarket. That's when I found out that the checkout ladies don't bag your groceries instead they'll all just let them gather in a heap at the end of the checkout aisle (your groceries, not the checkout ladies). I guess I should count my lucky stars that's the extent of bad Parisian customer service Lebovitz talked about that I was privy to.

Writing this just makes me wanna go back to Paris but not for this!

But back to the book, I really enjoyed it and there are recipes at the end of every chapter although I think you should pick up his cookbooks if you are planning to try them out, cos there aren't any food porn in this book.

Check this out! Spotted it at Meidi-Ya and I don't think you can find it at the other supermarkets. I really can't imagine how carbonated coffee tastes like ... but I'm in no hurry to find out either.