Paris Can Wait, diane lane, alec baldwin, Francis Ford Coppola Winery

Paris Can Wait

If I were to write an autobiography, it would look more like an eccentric menu, than an actual novel: We start with a childhood of hummus with a side of fresh pita bread. The teenage years were served with an unhealthy dose of burgers and fries. The twenties saw a veritable mix of overly-sweetened cocktails and spicy tapas. And now my thirties are filled with new American fine dining, organic spices, and red wine. Food is the narrator of my life. So that is why the new film, Paris Can Wait, completely resonated with me. Written and directed by the matriarch …