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.
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Eataly in Dubai.
“I’m not going to Five Guys again you fat unimaginative bastard. Take me to Eataly”
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.
Home, Chapter One.
The menu – like the room – was very small and limited. It was causing an amusing degree of confusion with a party of five Americans sat next to us.
Seduced and destroyed.
Because if it’s not too much it’s not enough.
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