Wales. I want to go back to Wales. From walking the coastal cliffs south of Cardiff to the decrepit castles that are open to the public to crawl through, Wales is starkly beautiful. I found some homemade jams and jellies in Wales at a real farmer's market (one farmer, one table, one roadside corner) and almost every local pub I ate in served phenomenally good food.
The pub pictured is the Horseshoe Inn in Lyttwud Major, a few miles from the beach an hour North of Swansee. The roast of the day is a great choice. I had lamb.
The stones that are pictured across the river of the 1,000-year-old castle are not remnants of the bridge, they were the bridge. Those stones have been there for almost ten centuries providing an alternative to wading through the river. Yes, I made it across just fine.
All these pix were taken on the same day—one of my best days of traveling, one I will always remember fondly. So the question is: Where is your Lyttwud Major? Where is the one spot in an out-of-the-way place (a hip Parisian café doesn't count) that you would love to be in right now?
Happy birthday, Morton's. My favorite steakhouse in Minneapolis is fifteen tomorrow. Congrats. I think they are serving some free Champagne, but you should call first.
Taco Bell . . . frightening. The FDA and the health departments around the country are so overwhelmed and underfunded it is a suprise to me that there are not more people getting sick every day. When there is a food-borne pathogen causing such widespread sickness, the government needs to be able to trace the bacterial problem back to its source, so far in this case that has not happened. Inspectors and inspections have fallen in some regions as much as 90 percent over the last few decades according to my friend Eric Schlosser. Things are getting worse, not better. Noro virus on cruise ships, e. coli in spinach, now in scallions . . . and the man in Washington, the guy in charge of getting to the bottom of all this, was the former lobbyist for the beef industry. Makes you wonder . . .