Have had enough of food now. Katz's delicatessen (of When Harry Met Sally fame) was visited today, had the pastrami on rye with pickle. Holy fuck, so good. With that and the Greenwich Food Tour (bagel, 'slice', and cannoli) I think I am a bit food spoilt. Trying to combat it by walking for miles each day; but probably ulimately futile and feeble gesture. If I walk back to Melbourne, maybe not so much.