• Food Trips,  Recipes

    an asian bowl and a day in burrow café

    Down the rabbit hole it was. Prior to arriving in Burrow Café, André jokingly implied, “burrow? as in burrow?” and dug relentlessly in mid-air. Upon arriving, I understood why it was named that way. In the middle of a small, lush garden was a stairway that seemed to be leading to an escape tunnel of some sort. The footpath ended with a door that opened to the ethereal feels of the restaurant. It was beautiful and that is an understatement. It did not feel like home, I was almost sure we were on vacation in another country. At the start of 2019, I promised myself that I will discover more…