Look deep into the Parka… There are many things in here, things you could never dream of. – Like what? – Rubies. -l’ve dreamed of rubies. …Lesbian ham..? [The Mighty Boosh, ‘Tundra’] There are some words which don’t belong together. Or at least, not until someone welds them together in some inspired culinary cut-and-shut andRead 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.