A (relatively) clean slate.
Clean enough, anyhow.
Blog
Holdovers held over
Give the people what they want.
Iberian bookends.
If you start in Spain, you should end in Portugal, unless you don’t mind drowning.
Going once. Only this once, I hope.
Twice at most.
Make hay while the sun is beating down relentlessly on your delicate skin.
We’ll start our own bonfire.
A couple of triumphant returns, but a couple of new faces as well
Sameness is fine, but change? Boy do I love change.
We all need a reason
So here’s your impetus.
More menus than you can shake a stick at.
Start shaking, people.
Time for a breather.
Or at least a few breaths.
It nearly got away.
But I caught it by the tail.