Time to indulge your dormant fondness for fondue
My taxi driver is equal parts intrigued and amused. “Did you just say you’re going for fondue tonight?” he asks, as I finish a call in the back of his car. “I am indeed,” I tell him. “Retro or what?”
My taxi driver is equal parts intrigued and amused. “Did you just say you’re going for fondue tonight?” he asks, as I finish a call in the back of his car. “I am indeed,” I tell him. “Retro or what?”
