hunch prompts Agostino to drive off the expressway into the parking lot of a soul-less shopping centre in the middle of rice fields in the plains of Lombardy feeling that he might just find a traditional Italian restaurant tucked away. And yes, a stand-alone, seemingly ramshackle building emerges behind rows of parked cars. We are …
“FIND ME A GOOD LAMB KEBAB, IN A PITA POCKET” We all know how it feels to hang out for a month until you get it, yes? Today is my lucky day, thanks to Ron Lev, my tour guide to the North of Israel for the past couple of days ashore – sharing Middle Eastern …
I’m obviously energised by the pending joys of Springtime this morning; the days are getting longer; and opening the balcony door, the birds down in Rushcutter’s Park are gleefully tweeting and heralding the arrival. A protein plate and not a protein shake for the ‘aspiring-to-be-more-healthy’ Michael this Sunday morning – a little chicken breast, a …
ard to get a better spot than sitting in the window of Cho Cho San at midday on a sunny winter’s Sunday, people-watching while imbibing a crisp Rosé from Provence, and grazing through the delicious new items on the menu. Scampi Sashimi with thin matchsticks of kohlrabi sprinkled with sesame seeds makes the day, while …
t pays to have your wits about you when out to lunch with your 98 year-old aunt, and to pre-warn the staff that dear Beth’s deafness causes voice to be very loud and not one to be backward in making her wishes known. Beth greeted the most delicate amuse bouche by asking the poor waitress …