An "English" pub in the South Street Sea Port in Manhattan, New York. April 1993, my first holiday abroad. With my college friends Elizabeth (my hostess at the time, at her company's 40th floor apartment on the Upper East Side) and Mark and Alison on holiday from England, not long since married.
Battered scallops. They were huge, but full of flavour. I can taste them now. Bliss.
For food and friends and fellowship, Deo gratias.