The first thing we were brought was probably one of the most wonderful-tasting dishes of the evening. A perennial gourmand’s choice because of its rich, robust flavour, Briju’s chicken liver parfait oozed perfect decadence in its succulent composition. The chicken liver itself was strong enough to shine through – a mean feat indeed when considering that it included the establishment’s own home-cured guanciale, as well as being topped by a melt-in-your-mouth layer of the chef’s smoked butter.
The familiar, the homely, what we look for to feel that sense of comfort - these are ideas or perceptions that can be applied as easily to an actual physical place as to a scrumptious plate of food, a beverage that is equally delightful to the palate, or generic sights and sounds that accompany a... Continue Reading →
January is usually a much-maligned month, coming soon after the forced jollity of yuletide as it does. Most people complain of dented bank accounts, not knowing what to do with themselves, the dread of returning to work after the exuberance of the festive season - whether simply implied or actually felt - and the typically... Continue Reading →
When you live on a Southern Mediterranean island where ten degrees above spell terribly cold winter temperatures, you feel a sense of anticipation when the thermometer starts to drop below twenty degrees. Yes, I said 20. You begin to review your wardrobe, and you start to crave soup. Soup is one of those dishes which... Continue Reading →