“I’m not going to Five Guys again you fat unimaginative bastard. Take me to Eataly”
A restaurant where the lines of the uniform flow as graciously as the sequence of service.
Remnants of the Tartufo and sausage pizzas made for an exciting working-from-home lunch the next day.
My favourite is ‘Revulsion’.
“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!
Lauded by Michelin-starred chefs, this is the recipe that got me into baking.
A wonderful cake born out of fear and a lost bet. Poor me.
Attempt to use cabbage and not taste it, leads to lauding cabbage and apologies.