The ayruvedic diet seemed doable on paper, but things quickly went south. Eating the same thing everyday (bitter foods as defined by my dosha) for a week is simply impossible for someone who loves dining as I do. I jumped ship in Atlanta. Mussles, fries, and Champagne at A Pied a Cochon. My French meal filled me with a decidely French perspective on the whole idea of a diet– not even zee smidgen of guilt. Oui, Oui.
