by edible | Dec 22, 2017 | Drink, Meal
Good thing I beat the Human Engineer to lunch; I was able to grab seats at the bar, the only spots left without a reserved tag. Within minutes, the lunch hour struck and the execs piled in, packing the tables around the circular bar at Leña’s centre. Do you have a...
by edible | Dec 19, 2017 | Meal
Currywurst for me comes from my time in Vienna: a hearty street meat sausage, sliced, juicy and steaming, semmelbrot beside, dusted with curry powder. I have to presume they do this dish different in Berlin, as what arrived to the Opaque Dancer and I was a box loaded...
by edible | Dec 7, 2017 | Meal
The Cheery Milliner and I pushed through the heavy drapes that shielded the door. What I thought was a dim bar had revealed itself as a high-class restaurant squashed into Chinatown’s heart between a jeweller and the yellow-signed Swatow. We were seated at the back...
by edible | Nov 28, 2017 | Meal
The Human Engineer and I were seated during the height of the late lunch rush, a sizzling hotpot of ribs and a mound of cheese on the table next to us, bowls of rice and BBQ meat on the other. Despite the bustle, our bei shumai appear quicklike. Cute little dumplings...
by edible | Nov 27, 2017 | Meal
I’ve been sick recently and food while sick is always problematic. Flavours finish into a cardboard-like slag of extremes, if even that. I push water and tea into myself at a staggering rate. My head swims with congestion and the throes of a cold that seems to have it...
by edible | Nov 21, 2017 | Meal
Lunch with the Cackling Barmaid, who throws her new, mid-length, chestnut hair over her shoulder as our twelve-year old waiter takes your order. I’m sure he’s a few years closer to voting, but not by much. There are six staff, three in kitchen white and three in...
