“Hmmm. Where would you send someone looking for a romantic dinner in Paris?”
One of the questions I’m rather frequently-asked is for romantic restaurant recommendations in Paris.
It’s not that I don’t go out to eat. It’s just that I don’t get asked out to romantic restaurants, so I wouldn’t know. Most of the time, I’m lucky if a paramour plops a falafel in my hands on the rue de Rosiers or I’m sharing a nasty bowl of stag stew with sex writers and rugby players—which someone commented made me look kinda ‘horny’.
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