Tag: restaurant

Paris, Part Two.

Easing in the tummies.

The European about town, Chapter Four: Japes.

“I am still trying to digest the pizza”.

Paris, Part One.

Lunch à la beurre.

I have been to Bone Daddies.

Here I am, queuing for ramen, and I’m scared.

Noodles and Rice, Yoghurt on Ice

A ramen ambush, then a welcome visit to Pinkberry.

Steak a-la-Minute.

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.

Crate Brewery.

Imagine waking up tomorrow and Crate has disappeared?

Padellaflation.

An overdue – but pricier than planned – trip to Padella.

Bocca di Lupo.

A lunch that was fourteen years in the making.