Same here Cooks. I live and breath for food, as my expanding belly will tell ya. Unfortunately, my insistence that the penne and spaghetti be served before the veal meant everyone was too full by the time I served the main.

Damn Yanks.
But I trust
you, so...spill it? Lover?
SmElls, unfortunately Chicago was my only show, because we had dinner with some friends on my last night there. I'm kicking myself too because, as predicted, Billy Elliot still had orchestra tickets available at the B.O. but noooo...
Actually, the long bus journeys were brutal, but the doddery geris were varied! For the first tour (the comprehensive one), I was the youngest, followed by my aunt (who's in her late 40s!). However, they were SO vibrant, talkative and friendly, and I'm convinced they had more energy than me! We all got on great. I honestly think part of it is because there was such a high number of Aussies - they were so carefree and hilarious.
The second tour...the mean age was rougly 68. I'm not kidding. And it showed. Luckily you can just relax in the Loire, but there's a lot of cobble stone, uneven sidewalks and stairs (in chateaux, etc.) and it was BRUTAL waiting for people (and for some of them, their nurses!).
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell