The weather in LA has been complete crap for the past few days. When it rains in LA, it really RAINS! You’d think having lived in Seattle for five years I would be okay with a little sideways rain from time to time. But in a city designed specifically with close-to-constant perfect weather in mind, when the weather turns to shit so does the act of doing anything in it.
Before feeling like a drowned rat walking around an outdoor mall in this weekend’s torrential downpour to do some last minute holiday shopping, my good friend Bradford and I spent the afternoon sipping a fantastic rose’ and devouring fondue at Monsieur Marcel’s in the Farmer’s Market at The Grove.
God I love this place! Especially on lazy, wet, Sundays like today.
When I lived in NYC there were French markets and bistros everywhere. I feel like it was impossible to not stumble across a specialty market no matter where I was roaming in the city. Whereas, in LA, it is close to impossible to find such places. I remember how great it was during a rainy Sunday or a snowed in afternoon to sit in a cozy bistro, sipping champagne and inhaling a bucket of fondue sure to end up on my butt. There is just something about a bone chilling day that screams fondue and champagne to me. It’s so remiscient of home.
If you haven’t checked out Marcel’s, do! Its adorable. Tucked back away from the craziness of The Grove, Marcel’s is an outdoor, yet covered, French spot with an amazing menu, a house Rose’ to die for, and fondue that will make you forget your name! Check it out.