John’s Eats and Trips
The Euskal Etxea bills you based on an honor system of how many toothpicks or little spoons you have on your plate at the end of the evening, so you’re free to snag more goodies off the big plates of sausages, grilled stuff, cheese, you name it, constantly streaming out to the crowd jostling for a space at the bar.
Decor was tasteful, seafood fresh and cooked just lightly enough, and everything was good, solid gourmet food – nothing chichi, nothing too simple, just right.
Elia’s proprietors are a congenial couple, who will gladly set you up with a (valuable) parking spot right outside despite the chaotic jumble of cars that clogs this part of town. And inside, it’s a warm, welcoming place with nice decor and awesome food – all the better for occasionally being simple dishes done creatively and with a high attention to quality and detail.
I don’t know what it is, but it’s the only part of the buffalo we don’t use.
Hotel Victory rooms named after Swedish sailing ship captains (replete with photos of their ships and unsmiling wives), heavy carpeting, lots of brass and dark wood, and very friendly, accommodating service – not to all you can eat gingerbread. Hooray! I
Berns is one of the oldest eateries in Stockholm, at least if one discounts the presumably numerous little caves where grumpy bearded Nordic types dip horrible pickled fish-creations in tiny, Swedish-liquor-tax-compatible glasses of unspeakable spirits.
Japanese comfort food smack in the center of Paris.
The Pool House is an amazingly luxurious, plush bed & breakfast in the North-West of Scotland.
