To Jess, for showing me what London had to offer,
...to Eli, my great friend, fellow life-enjoyer, for the music and the food and the long nights of eating and boozing,
...to Oskar, my wine father,
...to George Reynolds, for showing me what food writing can be,
...to Róisín, for every wry smile shared over a plate of pasta,
and to Aly, Mark and Joseph, for the obvious reasons.