Franca is the sort of place that encourages excesses. Order the frites and you will eat them all. Start with martinis and move onto Champagne. Don’t feel like dessert? Get a passionfruit soufflé with popcorn ice cream anyway.
“Sadly, we’re not going to pursue it any more. It doesn’t feel right without him being there. There have been so many ups and downs with it, and I feel like someone is telling me that it’s not meant to be.”
The menu is populated with the weird and the intriguing; a leaf through tonight’s list tosses up items as varied as fermented oat soda, muyu vetiver gris, bunya nut, burrata whey, rosella, peach leaf and — in a wine — fermented roasted banana.