Let me tell you a tale of fried chicken. I was in a good mood, the sort when someone stops you in Queen Street to tell you your hair looks good. And if it soon becomes obvious they’re trying to get me to sign up to something, you still have to take the wins whereRead 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 BankRead 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.