On a humid night along the shores of Copacabana, what could an Indian, Australian, Lebanese, German, French, Moroccan, American, and a Filipino possibly share in common?
Traveling to Eat; Eating to Travel
They say there is a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. Will there be a pot waiting by the end of this street too?
Where to eat next? What dish do I fancy for dinner? I’ve always been on the lookout for places to eat lately since I seldom cook in my apartment and going home from day’s work (and church activities) would always be around midnight. Like most […]