All sorts of cool stuff comes in small packages. At holiday time, those tiny boxes with little bows on top often signal something shiny and expensive. The diminutive Toyota Yaris gets 36 miles to the gallon. And those baby Laughing Cows are just enough cheese to satisfy, requiring no slicer and no tummy ache later.
When the weather starts to turn, there’s nothing that will warm you to the core like a plate of hot potatoes. These wee tubers braised in sherry will heat your chest cavity, and the heady fried sage mayo will stick to your ribs.
Whether you’re more familiar with the French Riviera or the French Quarter, there are plenty of places in Albuquerque to get a taste of authentic French cuisine. Read Hosho McCreesh’s review of Le Quiche Parisienne in this issue, and check out these other restaurants in the city that will cater to your wanderlust and make you feel, if only for the evening, that you’re dining in the City of Lights. Bon appetit, mes amis.