Maurice Picarda
Actually, might as well flounce.
10th wedding anniversary, so the canteen at the blacking factory can do without my custom. Instead, Atelier Joel Robuchon for a nine-course extravaganza, with matching wines for Mrs P. Then flying to Krakow for a supper heavy on dumplings and then a couple more days feasting on stodge and lard, finishing with whatever they have at the Auschwitz visitor restaurant. If there is one: it's difficult to imagine. Almost any kind of vistor facility would feel tasteless.