Simone Lemon

    

When Chiara, the super sweet blogger and tireless advocate behind Baci di Dama Living Gluten Free, invited me to Simone Lemon, I had no idea what an amazing afternoon I was in for. After reading about the colorful, eminently Instagrammable restaurant in our beautiful friend Soraya's guide, Paris Sans Gluten, she asked if we could test it together. Simone Lemon takes unsold produce from the best quality local producers, transforming perfectly imperfect fruits and vegetables into tasty dishes for a gluten free, vegan, and omnivore friendly buffet. As soon as I walked in, the friendly, model-gorgeous staff greeted me and explained the concept: Weigh your plate and bowl, paying just for what you eat, with no food waste. Any leftover food is composted in clearly marked receptacles, and real china plates and utensils sit alongside eco-friendly takeaway containers, in case you're in a rush. Ten euro will get you a plateful of filling, flavorful dishes, including gluten free options like beetroot carpaccio, tomato risotto, two types of salad, and roast aubergine and sweet potato, not to mention a heaping bowl of rich chocolate mousse and giant mug of organic sencha. 

Google describes the atmosphere as "cozy, local crowd," which couldn't be more apt- office workers and businessmen sit alongside 9ème residents and ladies who lunch. It's busy during the day, but the organized, attentive staff somehow help everybody. The young co-founders, Elodie Le Boucher and Shehrazade Schneider (ESCP graduates) were so nice, I immediately wanted to be friends with them, and I'm a misanthropic recluse. Everything from the smartly designed interior to the impeccable cleanliness bespoke brilliance, delicious food notwithstanding. I know I'm gushing. I just really loved Simone Lemon, and all the food comes within 25-200 kilometers of Paris! It's a favorite among other zero wasters too, like Elif and Allegra.


I immediately told my husband we have to go there for lunch sometime. It's hard because I'm celiac and my diet is restricted, but he wants to be able to go to the same restaurants as me without being given food that his food eats. Places like Simone Lemon (which had several meat dishes people were raving about) allow us to share the dining experience so neither one ends up feeling like an outcast. Chiara told me a beautiful story about being able to eat a delicious gluten free pizza with her mother- finally, they could share a meal they both enjoyed. It was a wonderful bonding moment. She made me realize that in my family, food always glued us together, so it's important that I enjoy good, healthy cuisine as I start my own cat family with my husband. I stuck around while Chiara took beautiful portraits of Shehrazade and Elodie and when we left, they blew us kisses :) I was touched. J'ai hâte de revenir pour une prochaine repas sans gluten et anti gaspillage!

Simone Lemon

30 Rue le Peletier, 75009 Paris
Paris to Go

Freegan Pony, Zero Waste Vegetarian Restaurant, Paris 19ème

 

The most exclusive table in Paris isn't Michelin starred, doesn't have any dress code, and doesn't require several months advance notice to book. It's hidden under the highway supporting the Périphérique, across from a gypsy camp just past Glazart-La Plage, with a pigeon infested port-a-potty outside. When Aladdin Charni opens Freegan Pony's giant metal doors- painted with green vegetables and graffiti letters- he greets each guest warmly as they step inside a cavernous 500m2 space lined with cars and photos from a recent exhibition. A friendly dog sniffs the people filing in, who nearly trip over him (her?) as their eyes adjust to the darkness, lit only by a row of windows in back and a few lamps sprinkled amidst exposed brick. All the furniture is secondhand, purchased from Emmaus, with pallets behind the kitchen counter, moss covered pillars, and a sparklingly clean sink and workspace. Throughout the night, we watch fellow restaurant goers trip over brightly colored vintage rugs, laughing. They crowd onto sofas and brightly colored benches. Music plays from a speaker stationed behind the piano. In the kitchen, volunteers help professional chefs prepare unsold food recovered from Rungis. The ambitious project is one of a kind in Europe, designed to raise awareness about the problem of food waste and divert perfectly good produce from landfills.

 
  
 
Freegan Pony's sixty seat restaurant has been packed every night since opening in November. Kids dance in the open space with their parents and play football with the dog. Local university students, couples, and middle-aged book club members chat with tourists and expats. After we get our seats, a line forms out the door. A group of girls opt to stand with their food and drinks. The rotating team of highly trained chefs creates an entirely vegetarian menu, with gluten-free and vegan items clearly marked, that changes every day. It helps to get there a little early; ten minutes is enough, since this is France. When guests reach the head of the line, they give their name and the number of people in their party. Next, they pick up silverware and glasses, ordering drinks on the other side of the counter. Names are called for each entree. Once the first course is finished, all dishes- entirely non-disposable glass and metal- are placed in a bin marked "vaiselle." Patrons head back to the counter for plat and dessert, and at the end of each meal, pay what they can afford. Dishes like fresh cucumber, tomato, and mint salad, or expertly seasoned lentils with roast peppers, onions and kohlrabi paired perfectly with the vegan coconut mango dessert. Portions were generous, and every table had overflowing baskets of bread and water carafes.

  
Photos, Becoming a Parisian  

The space laid empty for over ten years before Freegan Pony's volunteer team turned it into a unique art gallery, concert space, and community center with ateliers and distribution programs for needy Parisians and refugees. Now Freegan Pony is being asked to leave the unused space and abandon headquarters for their zero waste food recovery project. Today from 12-6 PM, Freegan Pony is opening its doors to make the most of what may be their last weekend under the Périphérique. From 6-midnight, entry is 5 euros and there will be live music, delicious food, performances, and photography for all. Please sign the petition to save this amazing restaurant from eviction! The volunteers and organizers worked so hard and were so friendly, we never wanted the night to end. Even when we held up the line taking pictures for this blog post, the ladies behind us joked and laughed. When I bumped into people, they patted me on the back and smiled. Also, two Chinese women asked to sit with us which thrilled me because I felt like it validated my Asianness. Places like this remind me why I loved Paris when I first came here five years ago! I find myself forgetting more and more lately and Freegan Pony showed me a side of the city worth staying for. Bring your own cloth napkin and mason jar for beer (wine / beer are 3 euro a glass) to support this great community project today.


Paris to Go

Doha, Qatar



I went to Qatar with lots of inaccurate ideas and misconceptions. I blame TripAdvisor. I was initially afraid of doing anything without my husband. I was inexplicably surprised when Qatari natives revealed their love for Game of Thrones, or played Zayn in cars, homes, and public spaces. The main observable differences between Qataris and Clevelanders are that Qataris are far wealthier, have better roads and eyebrows, and I.M Pei actually likes them. Embarrassingly, I asked some people if they would "get in trouble" for taking a picture with me, and assumed Qatari women weren't allowed to drive. All met my ignorance with remarkable forbearance. "I'm not Amish," one friend said matter-of-factly. "The camera's not going to steal my soul!" People constantly had to remind me this wasn't Saudi Arabia. "I can drive. I just hate driving in Doha traffic," a female friend explained, pulling a flaçon of Chanel perfume from her 3.55. She spritzed both our wrists- mine and hers- before shuffling away, Hermès sandals peeking out under an intricately beaded abaya. 

 

Our friends insisted on paying for everything, displaying true Arabian hospitality. They took time out of their day to visit the stunning Ibn Tulun-inspired Museum of Islamic Art with us, share a traditional Persian meal at Shebestan, and sip delicious karak tea on a sand dune. They joked about their nationwide weight issues. I got the impression that not eating meat or gluten struck some as strange, but everyone knew my deal- clean pan, no wheat, barley, or rye- so I ate gluten-free and vegan without any trouble. Recently, a 24 year old even opened Evergreen Organics, Qatar's first vegan cafe.

 

My husband used to live in Abu Dhabi, and we've both traveled the Middle East separately, but nothing could prepare us for the sheer luxury of Qatar. I can't compare it to any place I've ever been. They speak casually of routine plastic surgeries and get regular massages at the Four Seasons. They layer the latest runway fashions under hijab. "This is our great chess game," one Qatari commented. "White thoub for men, black for women." 



Unlike other emirates, it seems Qatar imports less Western institutions, preferring to establish their own museums and icons while buying up buildings, fashion houses, department stores, and sports teams instead. For art and architecture lovers, Doha is heaven. I'm used to roads or complexes built with cheap materials by the lowest bidder. Everything in Doha was designed by the best architects and structural engineers, made from the finest quality granite, marble, and sandstone. Whenever I finished a glass of water, someone arrived immediately to replace it with a fresh one. No expense was spared, except when it came to imported labor. Each morning I watched Nepalese migrants dangle from skyscrapers in searing heat. White tourists decried FIFA death tolls. After talking joloff rice and Twi with a Rastafarian driver from Accra, he told us about difficult working conditions and how much he wanted to go home. 

 

By contrast, many never want to leave. Though their mothers didn't wear abaya, the women I spoke to were proud to have masters degrees, be PhD candidates, and earn positions only men held before, as well as higher salaries than their male counterparts. When I asked a friend if she'd ever move to one of the many countries she frequently traveled to, she shook her head no. "I love the Gulf," she said resolutely.



High temperatures and an astonishing number of cars mean you'll mostly see expats and immigrants walking around Doha, and only for short distances. Qatar's vision for 2030 involves pedestrian friendly development (such as the Pearl, where I think all the expats live), an advanced public transport system (completing Phase 1 by 2019) and zero waste initiatives like composters, solar compactors, and refillable water bottle systems. Even now, trash is separated by recyclables, compostables, and landfill waste, though I heard that all trash gets collected into a single truck, presumably headed to the same place. I was shocked when I saw how perfectly green the grass was and how many sprinklers ran each day. 



Qatar is focusing more on indigenous plants and installing rooftop gardens to reduce dependence on air conditioning. They need to tackle overly salinated water and environmental damage caused by oil spills, and some Qatari are upset about city planning decisions made by non-natives. "They should use the colors of the desert. It would be so much better if they relied on the expertise of people who actually grew up here," one commented. However, their aspirations are sound. It takes time to change culture and behaviors, especially in a place where development happened so rapidly. "Our grandparents had slaves. You can't get Qataris to live in apartment buildings," my friend explained. Currently, carbon emissions don't seem to be a big motivator, but being a world leader in sustainability does. 


By the way, the Qatari royal family is fascinating. First of all, it seems like all Qataris know them personally. The Emir goes to Souq Waqif every Friday and it's fun seeing their beautiful stallions and falcons. Secondly, the Sheikhas are so powerful and beautiful. Some people criticize how Sheikha Mozah wears exclusively haute couture with her turbans, instead of mixing it up with high street items like Kate Middleton. But I love her uncompromising style. If I had seven kids, and accomplished everything she did while staying that slim, you better believe I'd wear nothing but Dior. 

    

Sheikha Al Mayassa is equally intriguing. Perhaps the most influential person in the art world, she commissioned Jean Nouvel to design the new Qatar National Museum. It's not even finished and already looks amazing, like veined flower petals sprawled across the Doha coastline. Once completed, the museum will feature an indigenous plant garden, cinema, research laboratories, and cultural food hall in addition to galleries.
  


GLUTEN FREE, VEGAN DOHA


  • W Doha | Great location and gluten-free friendly restaurants frequented by native Qataris. Gluten free pasta, cakes, and afternoon tea available (the Ritz also does gluten-free high tea), and I loved the matcha sundae and cocktails at Spice Market | www.whoteldoha.com
  • Al Riwaq Gallery | Huang Yong Ping's suspended cuttlefish, along with works from 15 contemporary Chinese artists | www.qm.org.qa
  • Bin Jelmood House | Interesting museum on slavery around the world, particularly Qatar
  • Museum of Islamic Art and Park | The highlight of our trip. Expertly lit artifacts from Italy, Spain, Turkey, Iran, China and India; an Alain Ducasse restaurant, gluten free / vegan café (I had a lychee, lemongrass, coconut and saffron tapioca pudding with a saffron-mango smoothie), fantastic library, nighttime marketplace, and Richard Serra's 7. I like that Qataris work there, and they are all really friendly and welcoming. The Qajar exposition showed conceptions of beauty in the Iranian dynasty- women drew unibrows and mustaches on to be more attractive! We later saw Bach's Brandenburg Concerto in the auditorium. The acoustics and ensemble were amazing. | www.mia.org.qa
  • QNCC | Louise Bourgeois' Maman | www.qatarconvention.com
  • Mathaf | Representing over 100 contemporary Arabic artists, plus an exhibition by Hassan Sharif | www.mathaf.org.qa
  • Souq Waqif and Doha Islamic Center | I didn't like the Souq much because I hate shopping and saw lots of cute cats in cages and wanted them all. But Qataris recommend going in the evening. It's nice to see live traditional music, falcons, and Arabian horses. The spire of the Doha Islamic Center (across the street) is a beautiful addition to the city skyline. We walked along Al Corniche afterwards, watching lights twinkle over the waterfront | www.souq-waqif-doha.com and www.fanar.gov.qa
  • Al Mustafawi | Organic farm (if zero-wasters can't make it out there, Lulu Hypermarket has unpackaged vegetables) | www.mustafawiorganicvegetable.com
  • Red Velvet Cupcakery | After Katara Beach, the Chinese silk exhibition, or a visit to the theater at Katara Cultural Center, sample incredible, richly frosted gluten-free vegan cupcakes on the terrace of this bakery. I particularly enjoyed how they played Taylor Swift's "Teardrops on My Guitar" when I visited | www.redvelvetdoha.com
  • Nonna Zanon | Gluten free pizza | www.nonnazanon.com
  • Khor Al Udeid | Dune bashing and a swim in the Inland Sea, on the Saudi Arabian border. Keep your eyes peeled for salt hummocks, camels, gazelles, cute Arabian goats, and oryx among the brush 
  • Illusion | Rooftop bar | www.kempinski.com/en/doha/marsa-malaz-kempinski-the-pearl-doha/dining/bars/illusion
  • East West / West East Richard Serra | After Zekreet and Film City, check out this beautifully oxidized steel installation in the desert 
  • Al Khor Mangrove Forest | Kayaking and an unforgettable lesson in climate change
  • Shebestan Palace |  Famous traditional Persian restaurant for gluten-free dishes like delicious ash, khoresht, sholeh zard, and more. We were the only tourists!


I could go on and on about the architecture- Aspire Tower, the Burj Qatar, Tom Otterness' sculptures and playgrounds in Hamad International Airport, the curvatures of which mimic the dunes- even lamp posts covered in Arabic script lit like lapis lazuli at night. But instead I'll just tell you about the Yemeni man who picked us up in his tricked out, custom Land Rover, painted to match the sand. We had the best time together. As we balanced precariously on the edge of a desert canyon 60 meters high, we sang Justin Bieber songs, and he told us all about his devoutly Christian, Filipino wife.


"Americans think they can see the desert themselves, but we find them stuck after five, six hours, all the time. They just see a mass of sand. We see five or six roads that we memorize. And the desert changes everyday." He handed us mugs of Karakh tea his wife made. "When I first told my mother and father I was marrying a Filipino woman, they asked, what about the children? I said, what about them? The children will be beautiful! The mixed features will be extremely cute!" He told us about shopping for jeans while dating a foreigner in his pre-gastric bypass days, and said that if he bought anything that wasn't pink for his pregnant wife, "She would kill me." He explained, "Today, everything is the opposite of what it once was. Here, a husband is like the President, and the wife is like Congress. The wife controls the husband." Some of his friends abandoned him when he broke tradition by marrying a Christian, he said, including his best friend from childhood. And his family? "They fell in love with her too. My mother likes to rest her head on my wife's stomach, just listening to the baby. They can't imagine their lives without her now. She lights up the whole house."

  


WHAT I PACKED


As always, I brought only secondhand items, including lightweight J Brand Maria and Photoready 811 jeans to keep my knees covered and protect my legs from sand. Denim also provides protection when hiking through mangroves or riding 4x4s in the desert. The sleeves on my linen Etoile Isabel Marant Keiran and Tom shirts covered my elbows, a requirement for women on Katara Beach. I also packed two white tank tops (secondhand 2x1 rib u-neck American Apparel, which I think they don't make anymore) and a pocket v-neck cotton t-shirt (thrifted Madewell). Bikinis are fine in hotels and the Arabian Sea, but I made sure my red Dior dress covered my knees for fancy dinners. In spring and summer, bring espadrilles or leather sandals- sand shakes out of them easily, and they breathe better than sneakers. Women in Qatar are very fashion conscious, wearing the prettiest heels under abayas. Secondhand Louboutins were perfect, even with jeans and a t-shirt, for nights out. I saw lots of tourists respectfully dressed and way more stylish in cotton midi dresses with linen button-downs tied on top (like this), or silky jumpsuits covering everything from elbows to ankles. Basically, wear natural fabrics and make sure your shoulders and knees aren't exposed. I promise you'll be comfortable even in blistering heat.


Paris to Go

Foucade Paris

   

Yesterday we tried newly opened Foucade, Paris' first "pâtisserie positive." Steps away from Madeleine, behind a pretty violet storefront and matching Vespa, Foucade Paris offers gluten-and-lactose-free, reduced sugar and reduced fat patisserie sans pork or fish-based gelatins. It's the kind of place you'd read about in Goop.  

Foucade Paris is part of a new class of tea rooms that take the stuffing out of traditional French patisserie, along with Acide Macaron, Gâté, and Lily of the Valley, among others. Philippe Starck ghost chairs sit opposite plush recliners resembling those in Nick Grimshaw's X-Factor house. The founder, Marjorie Foucade, eats wheat-and-lactose-free and said, "I was eating a lot of refined sugars. It wasn't healthy, because I was doing a lot of sport." Two years of research with dietitians, nutritionists, and noted pastry chefs (the in-house chef's resumé includes Angelina and Fauçhon) culminated in "six recipes, so I hope you like them," she laughed. 

I ordered fresh juice with citronette, a yuzu-tinged tart topped with basil. To get a better idea of Foucade's offerings, I also got an eclair: choux pastry filled with light, lactose-free clove chantilly over spicy apples, chia seeds, and praline. Finally I polished off an operette, rich chocolate mousse on a bed of buckwheat and chia seeds. The other customers gave me major side-eye, as if I'd missed the point of positive patisserie. Everything was delicious and beautifully presented and the service was very nice though. We walked to Bio'c'Bon after and found purple sweet potatoes, so all the mental blog post composition I did up until that point fell apart under a torrent of transgenic dicotyledonous delight. I feel like I'm the girl writing that Sassy article about Tiffani-Amber Thiessen saying this, but it is quite expensive as far as gluten-free goes: 39.50 euro for two juices and three pastries. I understand that it's a high-quality, creative product and for a special occasion treat, it's warranted.

Foucade Paris

17 Rue Duphot
Metro: Madeleine

Paris to Go