restaurant reviews & travel stories
Selective memory is a great thing. On occasion, all I can remember are past glories, triumphs and inexplicably stratospheric heights of the food I consumed. At other times, when a more maudlin mood is upon me, all I can see and smell is the garbage …
I could begin as many other posts I have read seem to do – by talking about the location, the premise and the décor of the restaurant. Instead, I will start with a more intellectual introduction to The Portman. When I initially heard the word …