Yep, here we go again. Save the date on your calendar, here comes Art Basel Hong Kong right around the corner. Art Basel has a pretty good spread across the globe at this point, of course the annual in Basel Switzerland itself, the somewhat iconic although over rated Art Basel in Miami for all of […]
It’s incredible, isn’t it, when an event lives up to the impossibly high expectations you’ve built up for it? That’s what that réveillon dinner was like. We’ve all heard about fancy French dinners lasting for hours and hours with more courses than you can imagine, but somehow I expected that to be an exaggeration.
Some of the dishes are clear in my mind — the boar with wild berry sauce, the garlic mussels, the foie gras with toast, the miniature pineapple upside-down cake — but these are just brief moments of clarity that stand out among the blur of dishes that came and went.
A few days later, on my last evening in Paris, my uncle took me to Angelina. If you haven’t heard of it, this place is home to perhaps the most famous hot chocolate in Paris. On the way there, I pestered my uncle with questions: why is it so famous? What’s special about the hot chocolate? Do they add spices or something to it? Is it like Mexican hot chocolate? He shrugged; it’s the best hot chocolate, he told me, and the hows and whys don’t matter.
Less than thrilled with this answer, I resolved to pay close attention to understand what, exactly, all the fuss was about.
An hour later, on a perfect Parisian evening with streetlights casting their golden glow on the charming buildings, I finished off my second cup of the concoction. It was so perfectly delicious that I was too busy enjoying it to think about why it was so remarkable — which, if you think about it, only goes to show how good it was. I couldn’t tell you why, but yes, it was the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had.