18 April 2010
Our friend here might not win any beauty contests, but I love her just the same. She is virtuous, straightforward, and (crucially) delicious. She’s also a perfect foil to any new-found habits one might have with duck fat. She wasn’t my idea, though. I see Swiss chard at farmers’ markets, buy bunches with abandon, and […]
22 March 2010
There is an Italian restaurant off Pimlico Road in London that sits squarely in the old-school. It has a nouveau Milano-type décor with black, white, red leather, and a Sloane ranger-type clientele that matches. The staff are brusque, noisy, and not that nice, unless you’ve ordered the most expensive wine on the list. In the […]
