In the Maltese capital Valletta we followed a scribbled pencil map that my Dad had drawn, which would apparantly lead us to a “rather fine” eatery. On closer inspection, the almost indecipherable street names he’d given were in fact ‘rather narrow lane’ and ‘just off here to the left’. We persisted and wandered through the steep streets between pale stone buildings with the sun pounding down on our heads, looking for this place that hopefully still existed. When I finally thought to cross-reference with the guide book I realised that the restaurant was none other than Rubino, arguably the best restaurant in Malta.
And it was good… Continue reading