What’s golden, bubbling, and can make a dreary day feel like a stroll along the Seine? Hint: it’s not a croissant, though it’s just as comforting.
I found myself in a little French haven in Virginia, spoon in hand, feeling like I had been magically teleported to Paris.
The French onion soup here wasn’t just soup. It was caramelized-onion heaven crowned with gooey cheese and a crouton so perfect I almost cried. Every slurp wrapped me in cozy warmth, every bite whispered, “Oui, this is exactly what you needed.”…