How hard can it be to run a restaurant when you've fed fussy children and been a circus caterer?
Myriam's sudden, characteristically impulsive decision to open a restaurant in her Paris flat transforms her life in a curious way. For the last six years, Myriam has been livving in self-imposed exile, cut off from her cool, reserved husband and from the son she found herself unable to love, and the opening night of Chez Moi is typically desolate. But little by little, Myriam's mouth-watering dishes draw people in, first the florist from across the road, followed by the school children tempted by a four-euro lunch, and then Ben, the most unflappable and devoted of waiters. As the restaurant sizzles towards success, figures and feelings from Myriam's past also being to emerge, gradually re-awakening her appetite for life, both the bitter parts and the sweet.
Simmering with stories, recipes, observations and dreams, Chez Moi serves up a painfully adult story, with an irresistible sprinkling of wonder and magic.
