Now I know that I’m a greedy guts, but I outdid myself recently reviewing not one, but two restaurants in one evening. Q and I spent the weekend in London after the metaphorical blogging buses had came at once and I (and my stomach) were called to the Capital to check out some new food experiences to share with you.
How long does it take to achieve burger domination? 10 years, apparently.
It’s a term used as a badge of honour by restaurants. A suggestion that what you’ve been eating before you stepped through their doors was artificial, modified rubbish, Westernised for the masses.
Sometimes in life you are absolutely, categorically allowed to make things easy for yourself.
“It feels kind of rebellious and good, doesn’t it?”