The New Yorker’s Adam Gopnik snagged one of the best gigs ever years ago—being paid to live in Paris and jot down his musings and getting those musings published, again and again and again, in the magazine and then a memoir. … Today he is feted at the “Second Annual Celebration of Food, France and Franco-American Friendship” at Daniel, with a fancy feast by Monsieur Boulud himself. (Hmmm, bittersweet chocolate-praliné crémeux, anyone?)
[American Hospital of Paris Foundation honors Adam Gopnik, Daniel, 60 East 65th Street, 7 p.m., 212-605-0398]
