We gave it an A-
Yes, another food memoir, but a smart, coquettish one. In Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, With Recipes, falling in love with a Frenchman was not in Elizabeth Bard’s master plan, but then he took her to a local canteen: ”Not to minimize Gwendal’s many charms, but he was halfway to home base as soon as I cut into that marvelous steak,” she writes. Culture shock set in as she learned to shop and cook in Paris, standing in line here for the best green beans, going there for the best walnuts. I thought the recipes were a cutesy touch until I made a few of them: chicken tagine with two kinds of lemon, spiced apricots, chouquettes. Forget the narrative — you could just buy this as a cookbook. A?