I had a nearly Vegetarian week in Wimbledon (Except for that organic hog roast breakfast at the Wimbledon Park farmer’s market), and I have to say by Saturday I was feeling pretty good. Not quite the invincible feeling you get after Sambuca when you genuinely believe you’re the most attractive man in the room, but there was definitely a spring in my step.

But it was time for a Sunday meat treat. Read More →