The other day, we went to Little Georgia with some friends. I’d never been here before – one thing about having to get a babysitter is that it makes you lazy. We tend to go to the same places over and over again because going somewhere new means taking a risk.
Anyway, Little Georgia was very good (and our friends had been before). We had a marvellous cheesy bread thing and I had poussin.
We also had a bottle of some sweet red wine which our friend Z said was Stalin’s favourite.
By the end of the night, I was a bit plastered. But it was very good.