Jonesy selflessly braves the chill of a February weekend to humbly feast on lovingly tendered produce from the British Isles, while nobly sipping on fine natural wines in the pious private dining room at Corrigan’s Mayfair. Ahem.
As the aromas of black truffle waft through the restaurant, I glimpse a sea of grey Patrick Batemans, like bowler-hatted figures from a René Magritte painting, interminably colourless against the zest of Mazzei’s cooking.
Theo Randall’s restaurant in the Intercontinental Hotel on Park Lane (one of my favourite areas…
Rules. I simply can’t abide by them, never could. Maps, recipes, instructions, it’s like I’m…
One of the memorable aspects from my Thailand tour some years ago was of the country’s affinity with displaying their menus in pictures. Soho’s Benja Bangkok Table has stayed true to tradition, with a gallery of dishes pinned to the window.
“J.D., QC is a sophisticate like myself, boasting a detailed knowledge of the finer things that make life bearable. My reputation was at stake. I needed to deliver reliability for quality, but with uplift. There is only one place: Quo Vadis.”
Pick up a handful of restaurant reviews in quick succession and you will see a…
To drink, or not to drink, that is the question. Allow me to lead you in digesting tragedy with whisky until things look a little rosier (with apologies, in advance, to William Shakespeare)…
Camélia, the restaurant at France’s first Mandarin Oriental in Paris, is a cocoon from the commerce and costly shine alongside the hotel’s Saint-Honoré entrance. Douglas enjoys a memorable birthday lunch.
It was time to give the cucumber sandwiches a break; we resolved to try the unique ‘thé complet à la française’, French-style afternoon tea, composed of savoury treats such as fois gras with apricot chutney…
“Ghee-splattered jeans and starched, white cuffs that bear the deep, indelible stains of turmeric-laced mishaps. These are just the temporary scars that the uninhibited curry-lover has to bear.”
You’ll hurt at Hawksmoor. If you don’t then you’ve failed. Aching, distressed, belly-burning protein poisoning. Covetous carnivores in their baggy shirts and lose-fitting trousers have declared Hawksmoor steaks the best in town.