Ah, the Basque. Everyone loves it, the tapas and the bone-dry wine. Give me a squid sandwich and three glasses of txakoli any day; whisk me off to the Bay of Txingudi in a softly laundered linen suit.
I shall walk slowly and remark about the beauty of it all — those green headlands, that ocean very blue. Pressingly, you can’t move for gildas in London any more. They’re like the fancy man’s Pret jambon beurre, which quite recently disappeared and rendered the coffee chain redundant. I dare say Pret will do its own version of the gilda soon enough in a bid to stay relevant (impossible) and then the tapa will recede into relative British obscurity again and we’ll all start obsessing over something else. What might that be? The Romeo and Juliet? It’s a landmark £3 morsel at Bar Flor, a new place at the much-enjoyed Wildflowers restaurant in Belgravia.
