Homesickness happens. Sometimes we miss family and friends, sometimes we miss places that evoke a feeling or bring back a particularly fond memory. Other times, we miss simpler things, like that sandwich that you can only get where you grew up (we’re looking at you, Schmitter at McNally’s Tavern!).
Martin Berasategui walks around the restaurant stopping at every table and chatting with his guests. It’s the end of the Saturday evening dinner sitting and from the smiles all around, you know that it’s been a successful night. Some just shake the chef’s hand, others ask to take a photo. And Mr Berasategui obliges, with a smile. Continue reading
Living in London is like living in a foodie dream. You can walk down the street and travel the world through different cuisines, without having to bother with plane tickets and jet lag.
This weekend we did just that. We traveled to France, Spain, and Italy. And we only had to visit one restaurant.
Yes, we know, it’s pouring rain right now. And by that we mean getting-soaked-through-your-raincoat pouring. BBC Weather, which we’ve found to be the best weather forecast around — although they do get it wrong sometimes — did call for a pretty miserable and wet Saturday, so we were prepared.
We’ve been doing a decent amount of cooking recently. A couple of months ago we realized that our cooking experiments had hit somehow of a slump. It seemed that we were always making the same recipes, ones that are either easy to start with or which we’ve mastered because we’ve tried them so many times.