A long time ago, I watched a man with a rose tucked behind his ear unfurl an old blanket out towards the sun and settle on a patch of grass in the Kleine Zavel. He pulled from his bag a plastic cup, a bottle of wine, a baguette, a chunk of ham and 2 boiled eggs. The rose went in the cup, the wine went to his lips. He proceeded to munch on his meal while reading the news paper. This was fine dining.
Don’t just eat, Dine!
Aan Tafel!
LOVE, MAMA & PAPA