The holidays provided ample opportunity to engage in some hefty self-denial about my upcoming repatriation to the US, but with the packers arriving in two weeks, I can no longer put-off the inevitable. Like it or not, I am returning to the States and to quote Will Smith, “I’m going to Miami.”
As someone who notoriously plans travel itineraries around food, it is no surprise that I was charmed by the tiny fishing village of Paternoster, a town known for being a food enthusiast’s haven. As we strolled through town, Callum commented that, “surely there are more restaurants than people.” His assessment did not seem too far off the mark. Even more impressive, given the size and that the majority of residents are seasonal, the food is of high-quality and goes beyond the standard fish and chips fare.