A traditional British carvery in Manhattan. Walk by, take in the aromas of the herbs and meats, a kind of early Thanksgiving in the air.
We were in a car in the Greek island of Corfu, when our driver pulled over to cut some dill weed from along the side of the road.
“One of the ideas we thought of was to open a neighborhood market like you’d find in New York. People thought we were crazy.”
We arrived to the place up the hill, a small house with a beautiful bongaville facade and few tables at the front and the inside. At the front door was a wall menu all in Greek.
My fascination for feta cheese drove me to ask for any plate that had feta everywhere I’d go. I had daily a Greek salad and continued eating feta in different ways: honey, figs, walnuts.
After coming back from London few weeks ago I became more passionate for UK and having special feelings for England.
I enjoyed as a child getting lost in Venice, just walking and walking and finding the most amazing architectures and piazzas with adorable places to eat.