I could have gone to Miami, but chose to take countless vaccinations and flew to Mumbai instead. Read and you won’t need to wonder why.
This is not a place that many of you snobs would approve of.
It’s a little dusty, with wan furniture and interior that has seen better days. From the outside, it looked like another tattered shop that cowers by the narrow street of Mumbai. One of those that doesn’t seem to meet satisfactory levels for food hygiene.
But frankly, I don’t give two donuts about that. Come say Hi to the Yazdani.
I know I still owe you stories from my second trip to Beijing, 60 hours in Bangkok (can’t say no to Thai mango) and a stonking good holiday in Mumbai. But these bad boys call. And I can’t say no.
One picture and a million fashion questions. Eh?
Guess which Fluff Master just turned a supposedly smacking delicious risotto/pasta post into a facetiously philosophical article?? What do these carbo-turbos have to do with quarter-life crisis? As a matter of fact, they do. They so very do. Sure it’s just a millennial thing. And guess what, IT IS, and there’s nothing we can do about it. As a matter of second fact, the next time you stand over your stove watching pasta boil, you would be lost in thought, thinking about this article and regurgitating my words because really, they are not nonsense only dressed up as nonsense but to be taken at a no nonsense level. BAM! Mind-blown. I did warn you.
Fabulous coffee, art galleries, good wine, wonderful pizza, pasta… Shopping! Tasteful designs and impeccable craftsmanship on honey-coloured, luscious leather – all in a city festooned with suave, stylish and, somehow, fashionably cold and aloof people. As if I needed more reasons to justify my decamping to Milan during that bloody depressing post-new year winter.