Simon Pegg’s hapless Shaun may famously have retreated to The Winchester when things took a decided turn for the worse, but when the zombie apocalypse finally happens, I’ll be holed up at The Hardwick. A shotgun (there must be plenty round these parts) for protection and Stephen Terry’s food to comfort and sustain, and I’llRead More
A couple of weeks on from my meal at Gemelli, and I still can’t make up my mind about the place. Take this, for example. The formally-clad waiters arrive in a pair. Working deftly, silently, one clears space for the amuse-bouches to arrive. The other recently places a tree of gleaming filigree with two smallRead More