Whoever would have guessed that in the land of cheap sausages and mashed potatoes there could be such a change which would actually bring the French from Paris every weekend to invade Britain en masse to eat great food and drink great wine.
I always wished for this, but it's almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.
When I'm in New York, I just want to walk down the street and feel this thing, like I'm in a movie.

