As I write this post I’m listening to a country band in Tootsies, in Nashville airport, Tennessee. Aka Music City, Nashville has the friendliest people I’ve ever come across. I’ve received complements and lifts from total strangers, countless recommendations, and a “howdy, how y’all doing” every ten minutes or so.
The abundance of space is also pretty astonishing. The airbnb we stayed in was a bungalow with at least three metres on either side before the next house, and most bars and restaurants stand alone amidst a sea of highway and big cars. Continue reading
Palomar (English): Mount Palomar, a mountain in Southern California, northeast of San Diego, height of 1,871 m.
Palomar (Spanish): a shelter with nest holes for domesticated pigeons.
I’ve no idea why it is called Palomar. What I do know though, is it is very very good.
Every time I tried to book a table online I was rejected. What was I to do? Give up? Turn up and hope for the best? We opted for the latter on Saturday evening. We turned up at 7pm to find a hubbub of people outside and one of the managers with a clipboard. She took our name and phone number down and we went for a drink, anticipating a two-hour wait. Our call came early though, after just over an hour, so we walked back, at a brisk pace to ensure our space wasn’t given away. Continue reading
There’s little I prefer in life than an intimate restaurant with good food. In my experience, the staff tend to be more friendly and the food better. Honey & Co. is definitely what you would call an intimate restaurant. There are approximately 8 small tables inside all fairly close together (and 3 or 4 very small tables outside). So intimate in fact that if you needed to have a very confidential conversation (for example relaying juicy gossip or plotting a bank robbery) this may not be the appropriate setting, as your neighbour is quite likely to hear every word you say. In keeping with the stereotype though, the staff were very friendly and the food was very good. Continue reading
According to Jay Rayner in The Observer, Zest is “a jewish restaurant serving really good food.” Jay, I agree entirely. Continue reading
“You’re going to Abaraxas tonight? Fancy!”
After hearing this response from a few Israelis, I had expectations of a flashy, small-portioned and over-hyped restaurant. Nevertheless I had been told that it was one of the best restaurants in Tel Aviv so was still very keen to try it. Continue reading
The name of this restaurant pronounced “poo-ach.” It is located on a very pretty street in Jaffa, buzzy with people drinking and dining outside.
You may or may not have noticed that my most recent reviews have said something along the lines of “one feels like they could be on holiday whilst dining in this restaurant”. Well I am writing this one whilst actually on holiday in Tel Aviv, so since this restaurant by default passes the ‘holiday feeling’ test, it is under slightly more pressure to perform. Add to that the rumour that Ottolenghi himself is a big fan of this place and I had BIG hopes. Continue reading