Easing in the tummies.
Paris, Part One.
Lunch à la beurre.
Flat Iron celebrates beef through offering literally sod all else.
Twenty Hours of Memories both Blurred and Bedded.
A staycation to (try to) remember at Le Manoir aux Quat’Saisons.
Bocca di Lupo.
A lunch that was fourteen years in the making.
Like you need an excuse to visit Circolo Popolare, but the Elizabeth Line certainly helps.
Eataly in London.
Because I would prefer to line HMRC’s pockets buying Italian food rather than American candy and Froot Loops.
The trendiest of taverns.
God knows why they call it a tavern.
Discerning Drinking, Chapter Twenty-seven.
Discerning Drinking, Chapter Twenty-six.
Why we (I) love Starbucks.