Tag Archives: Lyon
the best legs in Lyon….
The streets of Vieux Lyon take on even more charm when seen through the legs of an unusually good Côte Rôtie. Its goodness is guaranteed as it has been selected and poured by Georges dos Santos, a man who is regarded … Continue reading
the miller’s wife’s tale…
The red herring has not been seen on the perambulating hors d’oeuvre trolley since the early days of Mao’s influence, when all things red were de rigueur. And there it is; my fallacy is neatly laid in your path to divert your attention from … Continue reading
getting into Camus..
I have no compunction in firmly closing a book and returning it to the shelf if I am not enjoying it or, indeed, if I simply do not like it. On one such occasion, when I was very much younger, finding … Continue reading
Not dropping my knickers whilst shopping….
I like to feel that I eat seasonally but, to be honest, I’m not sure what that means. My knowledge of the arrival and departure dates of fruits and vegetables is, at best, rudimentary and at worst, notional which failing I blame … Continue reading
Cut glass ….
There is a very great difference between good and bad charcuterie, which is why I try to only buy the first kind. This difference persists in the quality of pleasure enjoyed between thick, clumsy slices and those that are fine … Continue reading
A Tale of Two Pies…
It was the very best of pies: it was the very worst of pies.Veal and ham pie, best described as a long raised meat pie with a row of hard boiled eggs running through the middle, is part and parcel of … Continue reading
Getting a large bone…
My fingers hit the keyboard today whilst I was still chewing on a mouthful of worthiness. Tahini has its place, which place should not be in my mouth as I start to write on the glory of the roasted marrow bone. … Continue reading
I say kinell, you say quenelle[kə.nɛl])…
The skull and cross bones would be an ideal pennant for the carnivorous pike. Several feet of scaly flesh surmounted by a fierce head made monstrous by a mouthful of stilettos gives ample credence to this fanciful title. It will come as … Continue reading
Glum rock..
I confess that I had been feeling like a hound dog for some days, crying all the time. Not tears of woe but tears of fucking desperation as it had become apparent to me that my new internet server had … Continue reading
