le carnozet

Since I make my precarious living painting
food and writing captions on the pictures, it was
disturbing to find that last nights lettuce carried
its own message. This tiny slip of paper was in
the salad.
What can it mean? When the food starts addressing you it is only polite to pay attention.

My sleepless night was spend pondering this, though in honesty the sleeplessness may have been caused by over indulging in everything, especially the fantastic cheese fondu.

Le Carnozet is much raised in my estimation.
First time I went there was with Margo; so long
ago that our evening was ruined by cigarette
smoke and I was a vegetarian. Haven't been
back since but went last night with Marcus and his
mate Tim and found it flawless.