This is turning into an eating tour of Shanghai.
It’s been a couple of hours since Naomi and I returned to our serviced apartment from dinner at Franck.
It was no ordinary dinner. It was OMG THIS IS SO GOOD WE COULD LIVE HERE AND EAT HERE, IF NOT EVERY DAY, THEN AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK.
We entered the premises cautiously, having read some unflattering reviews about Franck’s brusque, French service.
Maybe things change very quickly in Shanghai, cos we were looked after very well by the attentive staff who even took the trouble of interpreting the completely French menu which was wheeled from table to table.
All this after we thought we couldn’t possibly eat any more, cos on Saturday, we booked ourselves a table at La Creperie and had the best crepes outside Breton, even though mine looked as if a seagull had puked all over a doormat.
And I can’t believe the hot chocolate we had at Whisk. It coats your spoon. It coats your tongue. It coats everything!
And even though they refuse to serve you water, their chocolate would make Max Brenner grow hair.
P.S. Blogging from an iPhone isn’t easy.