Out of my travels, I always get so jazzed -yes jazzed, to visit patisseries, cafes and bistros.
Coming back to LA and not having all that jazz, is a bit depressing.
Enter the WeHo Bistro.
It is a casual Sunday and I want nothing more than to escape the perils (traffic + hustle) of being a Los Angelino. And by escape, I mean, ‘chase away.’ with a rose mimosa.
When you come across a pocket of Paris in West Hollywood – you never want to leave. And, you order everything.
Eggs Benedict on sweet Belgian waffles? Oui!
Charcuterie boards, pâté with rosé? Oui!
Macarons? OUI!
I will be back to the Bistro any time. Lets lunch!
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