Human nature is bloody scary. We all like to think that if it happens to us we would take the high road or whatever, but when chaos reins the layer of civility peels off faster than a ripe banana skin.
This is a blast from the past or my own contribution of sort to the recent 10-year challenge craze. Normally, I’m not the one for internet crazes, nor am I a particularly nostalgic person, but I found this album while looking for a photo of an old dish and thought why not. It was an interesting trip, one of the first ones with that job actually.
I am all for Whole Foods when in North America or the UK, but when in France you can’t beat a fresh fruit and veg market. The quality of produce is superior, but more than that, it’s the atmosphere, the good and the grumpy, the smells and the sounds. I love it all. Because of my job I spend a lot of time in markets, but you’ll probably find me in one of the below-mentioned markets at least once or twice a week even when I am not working.
It’s one of those things. You live in an area and you keep putting off exploring certain parts of it because, well, you live there and there will be plenty of time to explore later. There were these buildings between Nice and Antibes that caught my eye early on. I mean, they are hard to miss. They look like a broken up Roman amphitheatre. They are massive. You can see them as you land at the Nice. You can see them if you from the beaches in Antibes. You sort of wonder what they are and then you move on and forget about it. At least if you are like me.
I have been in Portofino many times in my 12 years as a private chef. It was my first destination on board a superyacht and I still love it. It is tiny, but breathtakingly beautiful. It is also eye-wateringly expensive. The chef in me gets a bit snobby because I always feel the food offered in most restaurants is average, but l guess it's about the whole experience. Also, average food in Italy is still pretty nice by any standards.