When my Dad told me he was so proud of me and he respected me, I was shocked. He had never done that before, and told me he would do whatever it takes to give
me the freedom I needed to get to my goals with my international studies.
It was a rare moment; my Dad is not the type of give of himself easily.
When he said those words I knew he meant it, and that made this dinner the
best of meal of my life.

This little caf?, smelling like heat and good...

My best meal ever was having a hot bowl of pasta with my family after being away from
them for over a month. Pasta never tasted so good when eaten with my Dad
who gave me his blessing that evening. Since then I've eaten in some of
the finest restaurants in London, Sydney, Hong Kong, Tokyo, New York and
San Francisco. But that one meal was the best one I ever had.