Travel

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.

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.

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.

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