Travels in search of quiet eating
Among the many things that I hate is when people don’t mean what they say. When things are “literally” this way but they are speaking in metaphors, I am tempted to ask them to stop lying to me. When things are “obviously” a certain way, …
Not to be confused with Biang. This place was to be at least twice as good (at least based on the repetition of its name). According to my friend Mr Google, “Biang” is the most complicated character in the Chinese language. Which in hindsight was …
In a throw back to my earlier (happier) days, this is a review about someone else’s food. As days of being an annnoying fastidious critic on other peoples’ creations are a bit behind me now, I try to take my chances when I find them. …
On Boxing day, we thought to absolve ourselves of the previous day’s gluttony by taking a walk in the country side. Out in the grasslands and gentle hills of Surrey, things were rather happy and peaceful, especially from the number of dogs walking their owners …
