Two evenings of exquisite food in Franschhoek taught me that pleasure does not necessarily increase with the number of courses. Between premium wine pairings, Wagyu supplements and a diminishing appetite, I began to suspect that the most elusive luxury in fine dining might be knowing when to stop serving it.
Month: October 2026
Whalefall: At Least Sharknado Knows It’s Stupid
I have not seen Whalefall, and its sales pitch has convinced me to preserve that achievement. A man spends an hour inside a whale processing his relationship with his dead father. Apparently, digestion now comes with character development. Give me Sharknado: at least its nonsense doesn’t expect to be mistaken for emotional depth.
The Missing Ingredient Is the Fair
Werner’s Magenbrot is soft, beautifully glazed and thoroughly inconvenient to complain about. It tastes wonderful. But buying it at the supermarket has quietly removed something I remember from childhood: the wait for the fair. Apparently, I have reached the age where easy access to good gingerbread counts as a disappointment.
The Autobahn Hero Meets a Swiss Speed Camera
There is a particular kind of German motorist who finds Switzerland terribly amusing. Our motorways are too slow, our speed limits too restrictive, and our approach to driving evidently designed for people who consider arriving somewhere a rather vulgar ambition.…
Since When Is a Decade a Musical Genre?
I grew up with the eighties and nineties, but apparently failed to notice that my musical taste was supposed to stop there. Radio has decades of extraordinary music at its disposal, from soul and funk to pop and rock. Yet choosing the next record often seems to involve checking its birth certificate before anybody bothers to listen.
