Wolverine stew.
We ate in an empty restaurant called Il Cassero three times in two days. The biggest, and best, meals we’ve ever had. The owner brought me a bottle of wine when I said a glass; the whole thing cost what a glass would cost in London but was twice as delicious and, for some reason, a billion times more hangover-inducing. And we ate wolverine! It tasted – oddly – like canned tuna.
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