So here I am, out of the cabin, after a wonderful weekend and I’m back to this shithole or paradise depending on who you ask. While I will certainly be crucified for this, let me tell you a little known (or widely known by people with taste) secret. Barcelona is shit.
Drink: Dunkels from the moment you land in Munich until you take off in Nuremberg.
For looks obviously, because the point is avoiding the fat from curling.
The hottest it can get and throw that duck breast (fat side down) the same way.
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