Fine, but not what I was expecting, and I'm having a hard time separating what I was expecting from what I got. I went in expecting to be charmed by the small details of an American wallowing in Paris, and I left mostly just profoundly glad I'm not twenty-two anymore. Which shows the effectiveness of the author, I suppose, but still. Fare thee well, early twenties. Don't let the door hit you. I nevertheless appreciate her dedication and completionist's spirit in documenting all of her food adventures. (Not sarcasm. Super serious. Let's hear it for cornichons.)
