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Padellaflation.
An overdue – but pricier than planned – trip to Padella.
Bocca di Lupo.
A lunch that was fourteen years in the making.
Sequestered, Chapter One.
“Doesn’t taste like Newark”.
El Celler de Can Roca.
The gastronomic eqivalent of ‘perfect pitch’.
The Ledbury.
There’s more to The Ledbury than four courses of dessert, but it’s a good place to start.
Revisiting The Fat Duck.
A title sadly not to be taken literally.
As good as it sounds.
Excessively enjoying a conveyor belt of cheese and charcuterie at Pick & Cheese at Seven Dials Market.
Wet + Wilde.
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.
All I want for Christmas… is Christmas.
A restaurant where the lines of the uniform flow as graciously as the sequence of service.
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