I’m too long in the tooth to expect life to be fair, but sometimes you hear news which strikes you as so plain unjust that you wince. It’s so wrong that an immensely talented chef like Jonray has gone so young: it’s heartbreaking to think of Olive and Bella, on whom he absolutely doted, losing Read More
Tayyabs seems to have a strong foothold in popular folklore as one of those places you just have to try. As a result it is noisy, hot and crowded. Tayyabs is famously BYOB- sweetest of all acronyms- and having drawn a blank on the haul from the Tube, we happened upon Shelly Food and Wine Read More
As far as hiding your light under a bushel goes, The Ox takes some beating in the self-effacement stakes. Lurking beneath a Wetherspoons in Bristol’s historically grand Corn St, with only a nameless brass plate above the door, you descend spiralling marble steps to enter a kind of subterranean gloom which makes decent photographs impossible Read More
You could lose hours in Brixton Village. A bustling, gaudy microcosm of London, with flags familiar and unfamiliar draped from the roof, and stalls with baskets piled high with fascinating produce from near and far, people from every corner milling around. It thrums with life and seems custom-built to give a Daily Mail reader an Read More
And now it’s morning there’s only one place we can go. It’s around the corner in Soho where other broken people go. Let’s go… For ‘broken’, read ‘damp’… Since last summer, not a week has gone by that I haven’t thought of this food. It was a highlight of a visit to KERB at the South Bank Read More
Patty and Bun have three locations in London- W1, Hackney and Liverpool St- and have garnered considerable acclaim, regularly cropping up in ‘London’s Best’ polls. They’ve been on ‘the list’ for a while, so we were fortunate to grab a table after a wait of only a few minutes. Apparently that puts us squarely in Read More
This blog is a very simple thing.
I won’t try to sell you any hand lotion, exercise programmes, coffee syrups or Patagonian nose flutes. You won’t find tips on dating, ‘wellness’ or yoga mats.
I write because I love it (and food, as indicated by my increasing girth). Greed happens to be my Deadly Sin of choice, but at least it is never shy of providing me with subject matter.Â
A simple thing, then: all you get is me wittering on semi-coherently about places I’ve eaten at; hence a ‘restaurant blog’ rather than a ‘food blog’, although there are a few recipes scattered throughout.Â
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.Â