A little sunshine, a flaky crust, and strawberries that taste like summer finally kept its promise.

A shoulder of pork, slow-roasted until it collapses into citrus-laced shreds, its edges caramelised and sticky with garlic, cumin, and orange. The crackle, the softness, the scent—sunshine and smoke in every bite.

French 75—bubbly, boozy, and dangerously charming, like a Champagne toast with a plot twist.