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.
Tag: wine
Eataly in London.
Because I would prefer to line HMRC’s pockets buying Italian food rather than American candy and Froot Loops.
All I want for Christmas… is Christmas.
A restaurant where the lines of the uniform flow as graciously as the sequence of service.
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.
The great re-opening (take four).
“Ms. Galetti, it’s genuinely wonderful to meet you, but my pigeon is getting cold!”
The European about town, Chapter Three: Padella.
“I would have wanted bigger portions”.
“Of course you would”.
A tale of two meal kits (part two).
Celebrating Valentine’s Day by trying not to screw up an expensive box of raw materials.
The trendiest of taverns.
God knows why they call it a tavern.
Gaucho glam.
Nice toilets!
San Carlo, since 2012.
Transparency being the father of fabulous dining, I particularly enjoy the window by the toilets, looking into the kitchen.
