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
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.
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.
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.