NOT a food blog
After dinner, we proceeded to 789 at The Ascott. The bartender, “James”, was a lovely man. He seemed to like Olav a lot. The cocktails were great, although Gard seemed to think that the strawberry daiquiri lacked enough strawberries and had too much alcohol. I thought it was nicer than Sex On The Beach. The […]
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.