Simon and I arrived at Disneyland Paris yesterday, to sweltering heat; we wandered through the park in a daze, rode on “It’s a small world,” and drank a few beers at Planet Hollywood. We dined at the only buffet that didn’t require reservations, amid a mob of European tourists and agitated children. Read the rest of this entry »
Today’s effort: somewhere between Per Se and the Old Country Buffet. We ate our breakfast at the Hôtel de Crillon, at Place de la Concorde. Read the rest of this entry »
Half asleep in hotel, stuffed with falafel and eclairs. Read the rest of this entry »
We arrived exhausted in Paris, after stuffing ourselves at Kitchin N1, around the corner from St Pancras Station in London. The place was unexpectedly good; the disjointed menu of “Indian, Chinese, Thai, and Italian” food did not bode well. Read the rest of this entry »
Yesterday’s installment was the Water Margin “Oriental” buffet, which is located inside the O2 Arena, which has a casino-type food court outside the performance venue (and underneath the preposterous Millennium Dome). Read the rest of this entry »
Last night, after a day walking around, we took a train to Hertfordshire, where we had dinner at the Grove Hotel, a kind of golf-spa-conference-center-country-estate-resort-hotel kind of thing. Read the rest of this entry »
Simon and I arrived in London yesterday, had cocktails and Scotch Eggs at the Royal Exchange, watched bankers in their native habitat after work downing bitter at the City’s pubs, and sat down for unlimited sushi on the conveyor belt at the empty Grange City Hotel. Read the rest of this entry »
A note on two Scottish dishes: Read the rest of this entry »
Anne made me the famous $250 Nieman Marcus cookies the other day — oatmeal chocolate chip cookies — and they were delightful. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s been a few months since McDonald’s introduced its Twix McFlurry in the UK, during which time the dish has periodically been on my mind. Read the rest of this entry »
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