Over a month ago The Chief promised us a treat, a lunch in La Petite Maison. Kris has been there before, for Grace, Dovile and myself it was a first.

The place is cosy, overstaffed, but we were looking forward so much to it, that lots of things, like our grumpy waiter who didn’t smile once, I decide to overlook. Lovely food. Llllllllovely food. We’ve had quite a few plates of different things, the 2 most memorable ones are scallop carpaccio, simple, sweet, with dried cranberries and flaked almonds, stunning.

And the creme brulee, that I was waiting for ever since The Chief said it was the best one he ever had. Errm, yeah. It was like silk. A tonne of vanilla, huge portion, that I approved of, thin layer of caramel on top. Fantastic. Mine is never that smooth, kurwa.