Last week, my mom sent me an email that said “Thought you might enjoy this Bon Appetit article”.  Over the past year, my subscriptions to Bon Appetit, Food & Wine Magazine, and National Geographic Traveler (which I somehow got annual subscriptions to for about $4) have been flowing in each month to my parents’ house and had made a nice collection by Christmas when I went to visit.

Now, I would like to submit a brief cross reference here, here, and here for a bit of history on how I’m secretly best friends with this chef, Stephane Jego, and/or we are in love and about to get engaged any day now.  The relationship involves him sending out extra things every time I eat there, and me looking towards the kitchen attempting to communicate “THIS IS RIDICULOUSLY GOOD!” with various animated facial expressions which probably make me look like a monkey.  The extent of our conversation goes like this: “C’etait?” (How was it?) “Oh la la! Magnifique! Superbe! Trop bon! Incroyable!” and whatever other adjectives come to mind.  Clearly we are in love.

Best friends/about to be engaged with Stéphane Jego, check.

Starting at top right of the map at La Tete dans les Olives, which I was obsessed with.

At the bottom right corner of the map is La Patisserie, the new big name pastry shop that Adam, the pastry authority, talked about the other night over dinner, and where my new employee Phoebe, who is in culinary school, just got an internship. She often comes by work with boxes of pastry cakes. Whole cakes, in boxes.

Swinging back up to the top left, I unfortunately had to cancel our reservation 2 nights ago at Vivant for another great option that came up, and I’m going to La Verre Volé this week with some girls from work.

All I’m saying is that I am downright, straight up, and overall flabbergasted that a Bon Appetit article just gave a quick outline of the past few months of my life, therefore confirming that yes, my dreams have come true.  Paris, Paris I love you, Paris.