We had a splendid meal yesterday at The Black Radish. In fact, it was a meal that perhaps was meant to be. We were supposed to be exploring the culinary delights of Paphos, Cyprus. Instead, having successfully checked ourselves and our luggage onto the plane, we boarded our flight to Cyprus and settled into our seats. Five hours later, still firmly belted in and still sitting on the tarmac, an announcement was made: the flight had been cancelled. Being the sort of people who try to make the most of an otherwise disastrous situation, we decided to cheer ourselves up with a nice meal out locally. I remembered that The…