Where’s the beef? France.

Eating at restaurants in Perpignan often makes me feel like a giraffe eating in a bear den. I do not speak the same language, have the same table manners or eat the same foods as my fellow diners. To say the food in Perpignan is delicious would be a complete understatement, but being a . . . → Read More: Where’s the beef? France.

Tabletop threats

When I was a kid, resting my hands on the dinner table would inevitably result in a disapproving glance from my mother followed by the question: “Would you do that if you were dining with the Queen of England?”

I still don’t know about the Queen.  But if my mother were to ask me . . . → Read More: Tabletop threats