I am bougie beyond belief, and having already booked a week off for pre-emptive burn-out prevention, I decide to entirely throw out of the window the notion that this week off is to mooch around the house and do absolutely nothing - by going to Paris for 24 hours. I book myself quite in advance two proper meals for the Sunday evening and the Monday lunchtime, but I leave it until closer to the time to figure out what I’m eating once I arrive on Sunday lunchtime. In the end, it is Le Cornichon, a classy little café where a pigeon flying in and attacking the table next to me is met with glorious French indifference. It’s really what you want. Le Cornichon is best known for its very reasonable set menus at lunch, which sadly I am ineligble for today because at the weekend, it’s basically a whole chicken that has a minimum of two people. Alas. Instead, the a la carte for me! I have a dish of rigatoni in a garlic and sage butter sauce. It does what it says on the tin - a plate full of rigatoni, in a garlic and sage butter sauce, no more, no less. It’s delicious. It’s pure flavour. It’s so French. I am mopping up every last drop of the stuff. The chocolate cake, with a thick caramel frosting, topped with hazelnuts, and served in a well-apportioned amount of creme anglais, the vanilla flavour perfectly balanced whilst the consistency is delectably thin. I would have more, but I have Michelin stars in my near future, and I would really like to retire to the hotel.