Roussillon is blessed — for wines anyways — by great weather, strong winds and poor soils.
We all have them, the favorites we return to over and over again. They’re the good old standbys that we can count on for a fine meal in familiar and comfortable surroundings, where we know what’s in store, even if the menu changes daily.
Cocktails used to be predictable. Our parents and grandparents knew what they’d get when they ordered drinks: something sweet or something sour, but in any case strong. If those drinks contained anything that hadn’t been poured straight from a bottle, it was probably olives, pickled onions, maraschino cherries or ice.
Last fall, Robin and I returned from a brief trip to Spain in a small plates state of mind. Barcelona was an endless stroll from one tapas spot to another, interspersed with visits to museums and Gaudi landmarks.
The twinkle lights in the sidewalk trees give Fourth Street a celebratory radiance at dusk.
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