It’s been sixteen years since I’ve seen my friend Bessie’s cousin, Bessie, but I had the chance to catch up with her this weekend at Jean-Paul Hevin's salon de thé.
We were modest and French enough with our meals—quiche for Bessie, salad for me, wine for us both. Less so with dessert. It’s a chocolatier, after all—my favorite one at that. We had to have chocolate cake.
For all its poshness, the salon has these weird oversized, laminated menus with pictures and descriptions… Continue