At the time of this post, I was 38 weeks pregnant…and being offered to chance to try out Miami’s newest AAA 4 star restaurant was a no brainer…I mean, when you’re pregnant, you simply can’t pass up the chance to have a delicious meal. So the hubby and I went out for dinner…and what would unknowingly be our last dinner out as a couple sans children. We headed to the Bentley Hilton and walked into their De Rodriguez Cuba restaurant for a true Miami inspired meal.
(Side note: It was really hard to take clear shots because of the lighting but trust when I tell you that the food looks absolutely beautiful upon presentation)
Our time has come to an end here in Switzerland and we’re heading back to Miami soon but before we leave…I wanted to share with you a true piece of Swiss life…and the piece is called raclette. So…I hope you’re hungry because a have a delicious plate of cheese waiting just for you…I swear, you’ll love it ;)
Besides having the amazing South Pointe Park right by my house…I am fortunate enough to have some of Miami Beach’s best restaurants within blocks of my home…
And so is the story of my newest neighbor, La Gloutonnerie. Truth be told, when I first heard that a fancy French place was coming in to the spot that used to house another fancy French place (Au Pied de Cochon), I was less than thrilled. I figured if the first concept didn’t work why would this one?
But curiosity got the best of me and I took my friend with me for dinner to check it out. Well, I can tell you that I absolutely loved the restaurant…so much so that just a couple days later I asked the hubby to take me there again for our “Date night”…so here is where my review begins:
Well, if you don’t know me…you don’t know that I love all things French…but I do. Je l’adore…all of it. The music, the culture, the fashion, the history, the art and above all…the language. It is a personal dream of mine to speak fluent French and that dream lead to me begin taking intensive French class at Miami-Dade College…so twice a week for 3 hours a day, I head over to my class and learn French.
Well, now that summer is knocking on our doors, it’s time to say “au revoir” to the French classes…and so to celebrate our last class and the completion of another semester of French, my classmates and I (along with our professor) headed to A La Folie restaurant.
This place is a little, tiny piece of Paris…on the little, tiny charming street of Espanola Way. Continue reading
As my hubby and I left Roland Garros (yes, we are there almost everyday…no, I don’t insist on wearing tennis attire to mark our obsessiveness), we went out a different exit. This turn of events lead us on the path of the greatest Boulangerie ever!!
As we were crossing the street towards what we thought was the right direction, we saw the sign from above….above the awning we were walking under…don’t get all religious on me now. We saw the line of kids waiting to get their grubby little hands on some sugar highs and well, kids do have the best taste when it comes to sweets…so we figured, ten kids could not be wrong. We stood in line and waited for our turn. Turns out this was like the “Soup Kitchen” of Boulangeries (which means pastry shop for those that don’t know francais). You say your order, lay down your exact change and pick it up in a matter of seconds. We got up there, shouted our order, paid and left…like two drug addicts with their fresh fix. We hurried to the metro and said “these will be great when we get home”. Who were we kidding? The chocolate almond croissants never stood a chance. The first bite was silence. Who needs to speak when you have so much to mentally digest. The powdered sugared almonds, the buttery croissant crust, the dark chocolate filling. It was a little slice of heaven….or at the least, a little slice of guilt free grease.
So, as it turns out, we have become a bit of junkies to this drug. We found ourselves “accidentally” walking by it again today. A quick order and we were on our way…we did manage to hold off from eating the treats till we arrived home. Hopefully this is a pattern I can break easily or it will be a pattern that will break my pants….but for now, as they say….When in Rome…or in this case, Paris.