The European stopped at a charity shop and got beaten to a Chinese tea set by the fastest old Chinese lady in the world. What a hipstery afternoon it was.
Category: Experiences
Eataly in London.
Because I would prefer to line HMRC’s pockets buying Italian food rather than American candy and Froot Loops.
Eataly in Dubai.
“I’m not going to Five Guys again you fat unimaginative bastard. Take me to Eataly”
All I want for Christmas… is Christmas.
A restaurant where the lines of the uniform flow as graciously as the sequence of service.
All’s Fare in beer and foccacia.
Remnants of the Tartufo and sausage pizzas made for an exciting working-from-home lunch the next day.
The great re-opening (take four).
“Ms. Galetti, it’s genuinely wonderful to meet you, but my pigeon is getting cold!”
The European about town, Chapter Three: Padella.
“I would have wanted bigger portions”.
“Of course you would”.
The great re-opening (take three).
Crappy weather. But oh, to be able to dine-in, even it is out!
A tale of two meal kits (part two).
Celebrating Valentine’s Day by trying not to screw up an expensive box of raw materials.
A tale of two meal kits (part one).
A lesson in turning myself off sushi for a million years.
