It’s the Same Old Same Old Unparalleled Excellence at L’ATELIER DE JOEL ROBUCHON

The great thing about dining alone is that you can use and abuse your butter like a Fremont Street hooker. You can defile it, slap it, curse it, slurp it, finger it, whatever, for as little or long as you like…and  NOBODY’S GONNA SAY A GODDAMN WORD TO YOU!

Yep, that naughty little thing is BEGGING for all of the above. Likes it, actually. You know how those French girls are.

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