Another beloved subject of this blog, the mysterious Claudio-Jean. Stopping over in Milan for one night before heading to Barcelona, he cooked me a meal. I think I am becoming old, but his food was really good. Like, really good. And it does help when you chug some good wine and beer on the side.
Claudio the Gangstah.
Food (oh my God, this writer's block is killing me.
If you look closely, you can spot his room mate. Guess which one it is?
Vodka. It's really good. Finnish vodka is even better. It tastes like nail polish, but it goes down like nothing else. Cheers.
The small print:
How to learn Finnish. Simply choose Koskenkorva Genuine Finnish vodka and pour a glass or two - how you drink it is up to you. You may never comprehend the distinctive, quirky Finnish personality, but you will enjoy the integrity of a straight-talking, smooth, reliable vodka.
Vodka - now also straight-talking and smooth. As for reliable, I'll be the judge.
Having finally watched Breakfast at Tiffany's... and falling in love with Cat. Here's one of mine drinking from the sink. One day I hope to get one of him drinking from the toilet. Oh my God, I need to find something interesting soon...
Eating, eating, eating. In Norway we eat anything.
Rakafisk is a typical Norwegian dish that is eaten around or before Christmas. Basically, you bury the fish for a while (we're talking months), then you dig it up and serve it.
It's like eating a buried corpse. But it sure is good. Advice those tough enough to chew it up with some potato and salted butter, because it doesn't really work alone. Still, I had three servings, so I can't really say I hate it.
I grew up with chips flavoured with Sourcream and Onion when I lived in Norway. It was Cami who spotted these at the supermarket, and thought them perfect for a movie night. Not surprised they claim to be Scandinavian. I've been craving this like a crack whore claims a little pick-me-up. I've even been looking for sourcream at the supermarket with no success.
Anyways, these are delicious. Not only so, but part of the proceeds go to help children in Africa. So for your next movie night, choose charitable Scandinavian sourcream potato chips.
We heard a lot about London Loves in the past. We knew it was at Plastic, but it collides with one of our other preferred nightly adventures, Romy & Michelle at Atomic. So... we never went, until this Friday. And my, oh my. Oh dear. Oh shit. More pictures...
That's how Mika's new song, "Rain", goes. Yesterday was a Rainy day in Milan. And it came rather unexpected, in the late evening after a glass of wine, on my way to Cadorna.
Rainy days, make what you want of them. If you're outside, they are cold, wet and uncomfortable (mind you, our rain here isn't exactly tropical). I prefer to live through them from the inside of my home. Preferably under a warm blanket with a cup of tea. And for once I turn off the music and listen to the sound of water hitting the dusty streets, washing away the traces of whoever walked them. Under these circumstances, I am completely fine by myself. Only at this time can I be alone and not think about going out.
Moreover, it's fairly therapeutic. I like to think of it as an opportunity to stay in, rather than an obstacle to going out. A little me-time. In fact, if I am to contemplate the larger questions in life, it must be raining.
In ways, it's sad that I get philosophical only when forced to be with myself for a while. But then again, as I do enjoy it quite a lot, I don't mind having an excuse to love the autumn rain.
This fabulous mix is by Benny Benassi, the original can be found HERE!
Most people were elsewhere this night. But that's probably because "most people" refers to boring people who were not in Milan this Halloween. Forget New York, forget Hollywood. Halloween has conquered Milan, and Milan has conquered Halloween!