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Two countries, two cultures, two rhythms, one common need.
I am French, I am a chef, and I have been living in the US for twenty years. There are fundamental differences between the place I come from and the one I now call home. The most significant one is food. But it’s not just about what we eat; it’s about how we eat.
5/07/26
Basically, if it doesn’t involve a restaurant, chances are you’ll find it here. It’s everything else: music, books, movies, writing, people, the society we live in, and all the things that get under my skin or simply make me think or laugh.
There are no rules and no specific subject, so all bets are off. Some topics won’t necessarily need a closer look; others will get a good old-fashioned rant or a love letter, while some will simply get my honest opinion. As usual, delivered with my usual bluntness and my famous delicacy.
6/03/26
AND PROBABLY THE BEGINNING OF THE HOSTILITIES IN THE SAME TIME
I wanted to welcome you to Foodnbullshit. A bit late, I concur, but better than never. So this is my declaration of independence, my state of union hospitality edition. A letter to you, readers, that explains why I created this site, what you won't find, and what you are going to get. So cheers, my pedigree chums; shit is going to hit the fan, and you can bet your ass that it's gonna splash the walls.
6/11/26
Just a friendly article (for once) to say hi and to keep you up to date on the program of my summer, which is very simple; it's about nothing.
A little nod to all the Seinfeld fans out there. I just couldn't resist.
For everyone else… Do yourself a favor and go watch the show as fast as you can.
You can thank me later.
6/25/26
I felt the need to write about the ones who are hidden behind the curtain, the ones nobody ever sees or hears about, but the ones who allow a man to become a chef and the ones who make us strong enough to stay it: the women in our lives.
So see this poetic allegory as a testament of gratitude to all the wives, spouses, friends, grandmothers, and daughters that ignite the spark and keep our dreams alive.
7/14/26
Thank you, thank you, folks. After six months of unemployment, I finally get the recognition I fucking deserve.
Now, forgive this little satire, full of irony and with a healthy dose of cynicism, but I must confess I had a goddamn blast writing this idiotic piece, grinning like a lunatic getting away with murder.
And no, before you ask, it isn't entirely innocent.
You know the saying: If the apron fits, wear the fucking thing.
7/30/26
LinkedIn has changed. What was a site dedicated to professional discussions had become a corporate Facebook where safe opinions, recycled clichés, corporate platitudes, and carefully polished profiles pile up in an echo chamber where nobody dares to disagree, repeating the same hollow, half-assed truths blabbered by self-proclaimed consultants.
A little rant about conformity, intellectual laziness, and the price of speaking your mind.
8/06/26
I thought writing a book would be liberating. Turns out, I was just opening another can of worms in my already fucked-up brain. From digging up old skeletons to second-guessing every goddamn sentence, then spending two weeks wondering whether I should hit Publish or throw the whole thing in the trash, this is what nobody tells you about writing a book. The real shit starts after you put yourself on paper, strip away the filters, and spill your guts out into the world. And once it’s out there, there’s nowhere to hide.
8/08/26
You’d think publishing a book would be the finish line. Not even close. The real mindfuck starts afterward, when the book is out there, nobody’s saying a damn thing, and you’re left alone with your doubts, your ego, and the nagging suspicion that you might have written three hundred pages of absolute crap. After thirty-two years in restaurants, I thought I knew a thing or two about pressure. Turns out, sitting alone in front of a laptop, waiting for a sign that your work means something to someone, is a different kind of torture. And the sickest part? I couldn’t wait to do it all over again.
8/17/26
AI, writing, and a whole lot of bullshit. I use it, I admit it, and no, I’m not ashamed of it. From learning to write in a language that isn’t mine to dealing with AI detectors that think I’m a fraud, here’s why I believe the problem isn’t the tool but how we use it. So put down your pitchforks. We need to talk.
9/17/26
I’ve spent forty years worshipping and listening to the Rolling Stones, so don’t expect an objective opinion. I always thought that no matter what the music industry threw at them, those old pirates would always find a way to surprise me. And they did. But this time not in a good way. I’m trying to make sense of a record I wanted to love but couldn’t.
From the thrill of Blue & Lonesome and the marvelous Hackney Diamonds to the major disappointment of Foreign Tongues, I am struggling to comprehend what the fuck happened there. This isn’t a critic, so no stars, no scores, but a few uncomfortable questions and a letter for a brokenhearted fan.
9/24/26
I thought the Rolling Stones had broken my heart, but apparently Mick Jagger wasn’t going to have the last word. Now Prince’s estate has managed to piss me off all over again with Timeless, an album that raises one simple question: what the fuck are these people doing with his legacy? The man, the genius, left behind a musical treasure trove, thousands of songs, and a lifetime of music, shows, aftershows, and tours, and this is what they chose to serve us: a soulless and bland marketing farce. There is something rotten in the kingdom of Paisley Park.
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Basically, if it doesn’t involve a restaurant, chances are you’ll find it here. It’s everything else: music, books, movies, writing, people, the society we live in, and all the things that get under my skin or simply make me think or laugh.
There are no rules and no specific subject, so all bets are off. Some topics won’t necessarily need a closer look; others will get a good old-fashioned rant or a love letter, while some will simply get my honest opinion. As usual, delivered with my usual bluntness and my famous delicacy.
5/07/26
EATING ON BORROWED TIME.
Two countries, two cultures, two rhythms, one common need.
I am French, I am a chef, and I have been living in the US for twenty years. There are fundamental differences between the place I come from and the one I now call home. The most significant one is food. But it’s not just about what we eat; it’s about how we eat.
6/03/26
DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE.
And probably the beginning of the hostilities.
I wanted to welcome you to Foodnbullshit. A bit late, I concur, but better than never. So this is my declaration of independence, my state of union hospitality edition. A letter to you, readers, that explains why I created this site, what you won't find, and what you are going to get. So cheers, my pedigree chums; shit is going to hit the fan, and you can bet your ass that it's gonna splash the walls.
6/11/26
Just a friendly article (for once) to say hi and to keep you up to date on the program of my summer, which is very simple; it's about nothing.
A little nod to all the Seinfeld fans out there. I just couldn't resist.
For everyone else… Do yourself a favor and go watch the show as fast as you can.
You can thank me later.
THE SUMMER OF ME
6/25/26
6/25/26
7/14/26
Thank you, thank you, folks. After six months of unemployment, I finally get the recognition I fucking deserve.
Now, forgive this little satire, full of irony and with a healthy dose of cynicism, but I must confess I had a goddamn blast writing this idiotic piece, grinning like a lunatic getting away with murder.
And no, before you ask, it isn't entirely innocent.
You know the saying: If the apron fits, wear the fucking thing
GOLDEN COUCH AWARDS ACCEPTANCE SPEECH
8/06/26
I thought writing a book would be liberating. Turns out, I was just opening another can of worms in my already fucked-up brain. From digging up old skeletons to second-guessing every goddamn sentence, then spending two weeks wondering whether I should hit Publish or throw the whole thing in the trash, this is what nobody tells you about writing a book. The real shit starts after you put yourself on paper, strip away the filters, and spill your guts out into the world. And once it’s out there, there’s no taking it back.
8/08/26
I thought writing a book would be liberating. Turns out, I was just opening another can of worms in my already fucked-up brain. From digging up old skeletons to second-guessing every goddamn sentence, then spending two weeks wondering whether I should hit Publish or throw the whole thing in the trash, this is what nobody tells you about writing a book. The real shit starts after you put yourself on paper, strip away the filters, and spill your guts out into the world. And once it’s out there, there’s no taking it back.
8/17/26
AI, writing, and a whole lot of bullshit. I use it, I admit it, and no, I’m not ashamed of it. From learning to write in a language that isn’t mine to dealing with AI detectors that think I’m a fraud, here’s why I believe the problem isn’t the tool but how we use it. So put down your pitchforks; we need to talk.
9/17/26
I’ve spent forty years worshipping and listening to the Rolling Stones, so don’t expect an objective opinion. I always thought that no matter what the music industry threw at them, those old pirates would always find a way to surprise me. And they did. But this time not in a good way. I’m trying to make sense of a record I wanted to love but couldn’t.
From the thrill of Blue & Lonesome and the marvelous Hackney Diamonds to the major disappointment of Foreign Tongues, I am struggling to comprehend what the fuck happened there. This isn’t a critic, so no stars, no scores, but a few uncomfortable questions and a letter for a brokenhearted fan.
9/24/26
I thought the Rolling Stones had broken my heart, but apparently Mick Jagger wasn’t going to have the last word. Now Prince’s estate has managed to piss me off all over again with Timeless, an album that raises one simple question: what the fuck are these people doing with his legacy? The man, the genius, left behind a musical treasure trove, thousands of songs, and a lifetime of music, shows, aftershows, and tours, and this is what they chose to serve us: a soulless and bland marketing farce. There is something rotten in the kingdom of Paisley Park.
NEWSLETTER
NO SPAM.
NO SPIN.
THE GOOD STUFF ONLY
Sharp stories, honest conversations, and the occasional badly behaved opinion. Delivered when there’s something worth saying.
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