Words by Aude Camus Maybe it's because I'm French, but I have a soft spot for a good bistro. Not necessarily a French one, either. Just give me wooden chairs polished by years of use, cosy banquette seating, tiled floors,...
Words by Aude Camus I first visited Mama Tiger in October or November 2025, just a few months after it opened and already had my comfort order locked in — their Thai Suki noodle soup with tiger prawns, squid, cabbage, scrambled...
Words by Aude Camus Picture this – it’s 9pm on a summer night in Paris. The sky is still soft and glowing (because somehow the sun refuses to set before 10), and you’re sitting at a neighbourhood bistro’s terrasse. Glass in hand,...
