The energy of the Kitchen isn’t good, this isn’t normal, this is very, weird. Barreling at terminal velocity we are now at the half-way mark of a punishing Thursday night service and for the last 90 minutes we have been mercilessly and relentlessly hammered*. My brain is in turmoil, this is not supposed to be… Read More Flatbreads stuffed with Spinach and Feta….and a stabbing..
Barcelona is a dark beauty and to know her is to love her…..you have no choice…. She has an elegance and style that is breathtaking and dangerous……She is independent and strong, confident and challenging…..sultry and mysterious, when you think you know all there is to know about her she surprises you with just a… Read More Ceviche and getting lost in Barcelona
Its peak-season, mid-July and the place is electrically charged. Tourists flood in from near and far – mostly Brits and Yanks but there is the occasional French family that looking truly, truly lost here. I do love this place but I see nothing but madness in anyone wanting to leave the Cote D’Azur for my… Read More ‘The Beach Bucket’ – Battered & Beer’d Shrimp with Skins
6 people in this ratty movie theater. 6 people including me and Tony. We occupy the center aisle mid-point seats – bulls-eye position to get the full movie experience..no immediate neighbors….and none likely to bother us on a wet Tuesday afternoon in November..but should any unwitting soul dare venture near us then the sight… Read More “I’m hungry…let’s get a Taco….”
Dave leaned closer, narrowed his eyes and delivered his long held and fiercely defended mantra……….. “You can’t learn from a fucking book………..you can only ‘know stuff’………without tactile experience you’re just taking information on board. Take Karate for example, I bought the book ‘Karate – Kill people with a Single Punch’ and all I learned how to… Read More Pork Stroganoff …….. my tricky Russian phase..