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I ruddy love macarons. And my favourite so far are the prune and Armagnac ones from Comptoir Gascon , which have shimmering gold dust sprinkled on top (thus making me feel like P Diddy). But despite frequent visits to satisfy my blingtastic cravings, until the other day, I'd never been to the other outposts in the Gascon empire ie Club Gascon and Cellar Gascon. The Grubworm , Chris from Cheese and Biscuits and I had planned a rendezvous at Cellar Gascon . I turned up last to find G and C sitting on leather banks either side of a high table with a precarious-looking stool left for me. I took a look at the stool and thought, "That's not happening", but thankfully Chris gallantly offered his seat to me. We were there for the express lunch menu comprising the dish of the day and a glass of wine for £10. As you may already know, I don't really do wine , so I asked for a soft alternative only to get roundly mocked by the waitress, who then brought me a glass of cranbe...

Apologies for the patchy posting - I know I have a massive backlog including a tonne of Japanese goodness , but every time I start to write something, I get distracted by Ugly Betty fanfic (yes, I did just say that out loud. Hell, I used to obsess over Chlark as penned by the esteemable Elly's Fanfiction , but the crackhounds in charge of Smallville are running that ship into the ground). Anyway, apart from my beloved husband (natch), I'm currently crushing on three people, two of whom are called Eric (what are the chances of that, eh?). Number 1 being Eric Mabius aka Daniel Meade from Ugly Betty , number 2 being Eric Bana aka Henry DeTamble, Time Traveller , and Number 3 being Sir Michael of Patton (whaddaya mean, Mike Patton is not God? ). So in pursuit of that last one, hubby and I drifted across the Channel to see Faith No More perform at Rock En Seine in Paris. It was awesomesauce as expected, but then my love of FNM has been documented previously . How could you ...