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Iron Chef Battle: El Baqueano vs. Mocoto

  That’s the high end restaurant.  Seriously. Ten course dinner at El Baqueano.  You say it like it’s written.  But first, the cab ride.  It was way, way, way far away, in San Telmo, the other side of the centre,…

A Day at the Opera

The Papal flag outnumbers the Argentinian flag about two to one right now   Old meets new.  It’s a motif…   Obelisco, the “iconic eyesore.”  Next on Gregor’s list for English Bay? The one on the left is dreaming In…

AC92 YVR to EZE via SCL J Class

The blorbs are an online award for creative blog post titles.  We’re aiming high.   The start of a very long and mediocre dinner service     The Toronto departure was late; if the departure board was accurate, we were…

AC148 YVR to YYZ J Class

Missing a connection at gate 50   SS ensconced   Front of from back of the Airbus   Meal: beef or chicken or salmon or pasta   Top Chef finalist   Appetizing…   Layover     Last.  Like John Daly…

It’s All Over Now

  I realize London may be a great metropolis, but it’s not very nice to people.  We’re not friendly.  Not that we’re rude, like the Parisians with their theatrical and frankly risible haughtiness; nor do we have New Yorker’s shouty…

Remembrance Sunday

  Gorgeous final day. Clear blue sky, sun out in full. I had the intention to walk from Holland Park to Kensington Gardens, the Serpentine Gallery, then through Hyde, Green and St. James Park, and then take in the original…

The Play is the Thing

  Up late.  Was it any wonder? Another cool windy day. It had rained but was dry A.M. Didn’t hear from my friend Jean Paul so decided to see about tickets for the theatre.  The two shows I was pining…

It Gets Betterish

  [The title is stolen from a wonderfully acerbic YouTube site.  Pregnancy: It get’s betterish.  Karaoke: It gets betterish.  Drag Queen: It gets betterish.] Friday another day of sunny breaks, cloudy periods, London overcast and chilly, but never wet. James…

Tennis as Spectacle

    Thursday AM I made the trek to Cricklewood to see Diana, Simon’s mum.  She is still her old self in many ways, but in other ways lost in a bit of a fog.  I also saw a young…

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