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.
Because I would prefer to line HMRC’s pockets buying Italian food rather than American candy and Froot Loops.
Remnants of the Tartufo and sausage pizzas made for an exciting working-from-home lunch the next day.
“Ms. Galetti, it’s genuinely wonderful to meet you, but my pigeon is getting cold!”
“I would have wanted bigger portions”.
“Of course you would”.
Crappy weather. But oh, to be able to dine-in, even it is out!
God knows why they call it a tavern.
Savoury sourdough rolls (with ricotta and parmesan).
Grown up drinks and childish food. A great day out.
Remembering 409 with cheese; something else that’s hard not to like.