As another expat living in France, I simply couldn’t wait to visit My Food Montreuil, the community restaurant that is currently on everyone’s lips.
The South African eatery, located in the backstreets of Paris, serves braaivleis, boerewors with pap and chakalaka, potbrood and bobotie, kerrievis and malva pudding, alongside home-brewed ginger beer and a pot of good old Mrs Balls. Montreuil is but a few minutes on the metro to Paris’s outskirts, and home to a surprisingly diverse community comprising Europeans, Africans, Asians, Arabs, movie stars, manual labourers and writers. It is home to the ‘bobos’ – the bohemian bourgeoisie.
I find myself standing outside 22 Rue Robespierre, the restaurant nestled between two old buildings, staring up at a towering Kobus Botha. The streets of the area remind me of…
