Anyone who knows me even remotely knows this: I am just about the biggest red-meat lover you’ll meet.
Diets and doctors be damned — if it were possible to eat a big hunk of steak every day, you know I would.
So when I found myself in Paris recently with just one night to have steak frites, I knew it had to be the best I could possibly find. “I know the perfect place,” my Parisian friend Kevyn said, mentioning a restaurant called Le Sèvero and then quickly ticking off favorable reviews in the New York Times among others when I gave him my super-skeptical eye.
I figured if it’s good enough for Mark Bittman (and the venerable David Lebovitz) then it’s certainly good enough for me …