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→ July 28, 2011
While afternoon tea is a delightful treat, unfortunately it is now reserved for weekends amongst the hordes or for ladies who lunch and fops who feast. Effectively, anyone who’s wearing trenches throughout Knightsbridge and isn’t a camera-wielding tourist vying to collect a souvenir telephone money-box or tea towel from Harrods. While the fashion set isn’t [...]
→ July 15, 2011
If I could subsist on a diet comprised solely of cheese and champagne, I would be a very happy man. My bowels tend to disagree. Its origins are made of legend (and cheese)—an accidental discovery by storing milk in a sheep’s stomach lining during a long, hot trek across a desert—and millennia later it still [...]
→ June 16, 2011
When I was five years old, my parents took me to a fast food restaurant in Paris (Who knew this existed? Also, why did we go there when we were in Paris?), which had a keypad for entering the menu numbers of items one wished to order and featured a big sign that said, “Errors must [...]
→ May 23, 2011
Dining in a restaurant or dining room is so passé. Why, only the other night I asked Dear Husband to join me in the Bentley for hors d’œuvres. One doesn’t want one’s at-home cocktail hour to evaporate, does one? The team at a razor, a shiny knife, are men after my own heart. (Not that they [...]
