Is there any other dish where the chasm between between the poor and the exceptional is so stark? Perhaps. Over there, buckets of limp, disconcertingly cheap meat produced to minimum welfare standards. And over here, but going by the same name, memories of those scrawny, claggy disappointments are banished by the truly good stuff- thatRead More
“Characterised by free indulgence in sensual pleasures” they say. An enviable epitaph one day, hopefully, but more immediately the manifesto of Rugby and Hemel Hempstead burger specialists Libertine. Just banish all appetite-tainting thoughts of walking petri dish Pete Doherty. Libertine have been on my radar for a while thanks to the infectious enthusiasm of oneRead More