“The real menu,” I said, pulling out the pouch. Inside: a single, glistening ortolan . The tiny songbird, illegal since 1999, drowned in Armagnac, roasted in its own fat. The French government said it was barbaric. Gourmands said it was heaven. Kasparov had paid twenty thousand euros for this moment.
“Uncut restores the film’s dangerous heartbeat. What was suggestive becomes devastating.” — a delicious flight 2015 uncut exclusive