The diary of a foccacia

I bought it. I carried it. I ate it. I will excrete it. Princi‘s hot chocolate has run 60mph down hill, but for the love of God, Princi, please do not change your… Read More →

Update; November nights.

Whilst we wait for B’s entry on Lille (yes, by writing here, I’m making sure she is bound to doing so!), let me just tell you of some places I’m waiting to visit:-… Read More →

Princi, London

The fascination of Alan Yau, I’m sure, is what drives most people to his new creations. Earlier in the year it was Cha Cha Moon, now we have Princi. It’s all very chi… Read More →