Travels in search of quiet eating
This was the first day that restaurants reopened in London. I felt that Christmas had come round early. I was ecstatic. Given that it was a weekday night, I didn’t have time to travel so this was something from the local neighbourhood. Lucky for me, …
Naming your restaurant after a type of building was an interesting choice. It could result in restaurants named skyscraper. Fat, concrete block with windows. Or perhaps, German Gymnasium. My impression of German food is that is it is straightforward, to the point, hearty and unpretentious. …
Sometimes I yearn for junk food. I think it has an undeserved reputation as sloppy, lacking in refinement, dirty and smelly. Some of these adjectives may be true but maybe it is just down to semantics. In alternative phrasing, it could also be described as …
One thing I do miss from my youth in Hong Kong is the meats hanging in the window. Although I do recognise that it is a surprising display for some that think that perhaps eggs grow in a box. If only life was so clean …
