‘I went here. I ate this. It was nice. I ate another thing. It was nice. Here is a picture. Isn’t it nice?’ So runs my brother’s pretty withering critique of much ‘food blogging.’ Often on this blog I’ve tried to come up with a narrative, to come to terms with a restaurant on moreRead More
A couple of weeks on from my meal at Gemelli, and I still can’t make up my mind about the place. Take this, for example. The formally-clad waiters arrive in a pair. Working deftly, silently, one clears space for the amuse-bouches to arrive. The other recently places a tree of gleaming filigree with two smallRead 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.