The heat is intense – I haven’t ever experienced intensity like this before and in truth I’m very friggin’ nervous. I suspect this is what Hell’s maw might look and feel like….if there is such a thing as a hell…… I like to believe there isn’t. The fire is alive, this is the… Read More Pizza with Paolo T.
“Chicken is a blank canvas, it’s there to be interfered with…….it needs to be…it needs to be brutalised and scandalised……I need to brutalise and scandalise my chicken Rory – lets go to work” Tony slid off the bags of flour stacked 4 tall in the dry store above the Kitchen, stubbed his Marbolo Red on… Read More The Scandalised Chicken Shred
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..
There is a fat, lazy pigeon on the roof-top 20 feet away… he’s eyeballing me…tucked in between a faded green bucket and some forgotten terracotta roof tiles. He looks comfortable and at home in the heat of this Catalan dusk, I’m not….. I rest my chin on my arms leaning on the wall of… Read More Ceviche and getting ‘lost’ in Barcelona
It feels like hours, days even. I’m bored outta my brains and fidgety… My clinically low attention span bottomed out long, long ago…. I’m really flying on fumes at this stage…..just barely managing to keep it together….this is a bad place for me to be right now…..I’m pretty sure I don’t have enough control… Read More La Bavette avec Salsa Verde…..and a touch of larceny….possibly.