Where I grew up, (Montserrat), fried food has a day of appreciation. That's Fridays. Lunch or dinner, it's chicken fry, fish fry, potato...

It is the way No 131 Terrace always called out to me and once there, how I only wanted to stay. And after I left, I only want to return.

If my weekends had become about hopscotching around Asian restaurants, I feel certain I had mastered the game. Except after the last meal...