What’s your first thought when you hear Tequila? No, not that one….exactly, the other one: a red sombrero.

What do you do when you have tasted every possible Gin on the market? Usually you enroll into a rehab clinic and share a room with Charlie Sheen or even better;  you produce your own Gin and try to sell it to Mr. Tiger Blood and his pals.

I love street food. Almost everybody does and after this weekend there is no denying it: Zurich needs urgently a permanent Food Market. How else can you explain a million people standing in line for hours to get a bite of a wagyu beef bun or some truffle popcorn?