Amongst the neck-breaking skyscrapers is this little jewel, La Petite Mason, which commands excellence and weaves its delicacies into patrons’ conversations. This experience was impending.
We had strolled through the warm Brickell evening the night before to ensure we knew where to find it. Led by the compass of a phone, we hit the pavement, maneuvering joggers, dog-walkers and people dressed elegantly on a Monday as if Friday were already here. With one eye on the map, we secured our reservations, picking out a time like a scarce dress on a sales rack. We skipped past streets that were suspiciously dim and strolled down another fringed with the swooping wig of foliage. A tree with black limbs was my favourite.
Welcome, I'm Rochelle, curator of saltfish & Lace, a St. Martin lifestyle blog.
I don't just eat anywhere on St. Martin or in the world, for that matter. Because I want MORE from my dining out experiences: the ambiance, presentation and service are crucial. At the end of it all, the food is number one. I want to be wowed. I'm sure you do too.