“The lobsters are the most generously proportioned I’ve ever seen. They sit in huge tanks in the centre of the restaurant, beautiful and languid and blissfully unaware that there’s a small Chinese man coming towards them with a portable net in his right hand…”
“There’s that moment after dessert when the restaurant owner wheels out a flaming pan of liquor coffee in order to stop anyone dying from a medieval curse…” All in an evening’s dining, if you’re on an island in the middle of Lake Como.
“It’s autumn and I am writing about food for The Arb. Two facts which mean I am pretty much morally obliged to do a piece about cooking and eating game…” The Arbuturian’s very own Mrs Beeton, Angela Clutton, gives us a few facts and tips on autumnal fare…
“Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina…
The Hampshire Hog. The name resonates with Englishness. You feel like it should be said by some portly, ancient chap wearing a cravat and a smoking cap as he reminisces about misspent student days in ‘The Hog’.
Chocolate wine first appeared on the English culinary scene in the 1660s, soon after the arrival of chocolate itself, which was known during the reign of Charles II as “the Indian nectar.”
Italians do it better. I could have told you that myself, yet last time Pret…
It’s the end of October and you can’t swing a black cat without hitting something…
“That Italy has some of the best food in the world is no secret. That the region of South Tyrol produces some of the finest in a country bursting with gastronomic specialities is perhaps less well known…”
“You are sitting in Lady Thatcher’s seat madam: tonight you are the Iron Lady. And there, across from you, that’s the table Princess Margaret always booked.” It could only happen at The Ritz…
“As soon as you step through the doors, it’s obvious that there is an architect or two hanging in the wings. The restaurant is light and airy, with a clean, simple aesthetic and industrial edge.”
Some of us, and certainly all of us at The Arbuturian, love gin. Heady botanicals, crisp drinking, mothers ruin, Plymouth, London, Islay and now Mediterranean.