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Oren

Oren

I once knew a guy called Oren. He was my tour guide in Israel. He was a somewhat testy man but I forgave him as he gave colourful commentary of the sights and smells of the Holy Land.  Even if he was busy openly ripping 

Morito

Morito

I felt that with the unfortunate demise of Barrafina, tapas in London was not just going down the toilet but instead mutating into something worse.  Something not without taste but rather, too much of it.  I had been wowed by tapas while in wet but 

Yosma

Yosma

Yosma.  Sounds like a type of vulgarity. You Yosma.  How could you be so Yosma. Actually, it seems that the real meaning is far more mundane.  It’s a Turkish name. So anyhow, with such angst unloaded, it was time to try the food.  In rather