On my first night in Beaune, Burgundy I fell in love. I wasn’t expecting or looking for it, it just happened. Just like that. The waitress placed the plate of cheese on our table and I felt my stomach turn. I’d eaten my bodyweight in cheese the previous week during my barge trip and I truly believed I’d tasted every cheese known not only to Burgundy, but to man himself. As it turned out, I had not.
When I arrive in a village, town or city I seek out the best places to eat. I don’t need crisp, linen tablecloths, chandeliers or michelin stars. A good meal rarely needs such frills, it comes down to the chefs use of good ingredients, passion and love for food. Read more