Scoop-hungry journalists often remind each other that if you snooze, you will lose a big story. Food-hungry, I heeded the motto when I placed one of the last orders for moules frites at Cafe Claude. In San Francisco for a bit of R & R, I washed down the mussels cooked in a creamy wine sauce, flavored with transparent dices of shallots and specks of parsley, with a chilled glass of Sancerre. The fries were cut shoestring-style, which is my favorite option for cooking potatoes, but they were a little too skinny to absorb the woozily delicious mussel sauce. For dessert, I shared a cup of dark chocolate mousse with the three fashionistas who joined me for lunch. The meteorologists were proven wrong when clear blue skies replaced the thunderstorm clouds they had predicted. So I walked off the rich French food before heading to my next meal with friends.
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