La Table d’Aki
by Sylvia Sabes |
I first met Akihiro Horikoshi two weeks ago. Mr. French and I were walking up the rue Vaneau in the 7th Arrondissement when I noticed a change. For years I'd been simultaneously intrigued and repulsed by a restaurant with a charmingly old-fashioned facade featuring tatty curtains that were gray from centimeters of dust. The revolting curtains were...









