A Most Serendiptious Spill
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So there we were on a Thursday night in Montpellier, at a restaurant where the food struggled – and ultimately failed – to rise above a level of tasteless mediocrity.
So there we were on a Thursday night in Montpellier, at a restaurant where the food struggled – and ultimately failed – to rise above a level of tasteless mediocrity.
The so-called “Dog Days of Summer” are defined in Wikipedia as “the hottest, most sultry days of summer.” As I wandered around Montpellier, France last week, that was the phrase that came to mind. Of course, that phrase was probably prompted by seeing several dogs … Continue reading