Orange Syllabub with Ginger and Cardamom
It’s a great word, don’t you think? Syllabub. So silly and frothy and light and…
Browsing: The Foodie
The Factory House
“The Factory House is a curious beast. Nestled in a sheltered nook beneath the intestinal behemoth that is the Lloyd’s building, one could simply wander past the understated façade without a second glance…” Felix Hagan dines in the Industrial Revolution…
Restaurant Michael Nadra
“‘Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning…’ My sentiments exactly Mr Capote, for there is something fresh and exciting about this time of the year…”
Grand Marnier Saves the Day!
“Stirling, what’s for dessert?” It was a question to which I had given precisely no…
Pot-Roasted Pigeon
I’m pot-roasting my pigeon to make sure that it will be as tender and tasty…
Flight of Fancy: Dom Pérignon Oenothèque
“Ladies and gentleman, you’ve entered the spaceship – get ready to shoot into orbit,” announces Richard Geoffroy, Dom Pérignon’s ebullient cellar master, to an audience of bemused wine writers.
If You’re Game: Potted Rabbit
The Arb’s own Mrs Beeton, Angela Clutton, continues her tutelage on the game season, and…
The Jugged Hare
“‘First catch your hare’ is the famous, apocryphal statement that is often misattributed to Hannah Glasse as the beginning of her recipe for Jugged Hare in her legendary 19th century text on gastronomy – The Art of Cookery.”
It’s All In the Name: Bunnahabhain
Larry ventures to a secret location in Edinburgh one damp autumn afternoon for a tasting of a very special single malt, one of the finest in all of Scotland. You’d think he’d know how to pronounce it…
Food Meets Art: Valeria Napoleone
Douglas Blyde meets Valeria Napoleone; cook, collector, curator and food lover, and is led through her home for a tour of her collection and a saunter through her new book…
Dukes Hotel & the Vesper Martini
You might have noticed that Bond is doing the rounds, and if you were keeping…
Death by Burrito
The rain hammers down in cruel sheets as I wander the cold, hard streets looking for the elusive dive bar. I’m using Googlemaps, but the technology seems to be playing wicked games