The Cadogan Arms
I’ve walked past The Cadogan Arms on the King’s Road many times. I’ve briefly peered…
Browsing: The Foodie
Paradise by Way of Kensal Green
How far would you travel to reach Paradise? I travelled all the way from EC1…
Street Kitchen
Street food outlets are changing the face of the City lunchbreak. No longer is the office worker stuck with nothing but sad sandwiches from chiller cabinets. John and Jackie pop along to the Street Kitchen trailer to scoff and investigate.
Kuzina, Athens
“It is a truth (personally acknowledged) that a restaurant in possession of a view must have rubbish food, stratospheric prices, or both.” Victoria visits Kuzina in Athens, to be proven wrong…
Taco Haven, Texas
Taco Haven, San Antonio, is not a place you want to stand out when you are British, Asian, and photographing the food. It is, however, a place to enjoy barbacoa, aka cow’s face. So Jackie sets down her camera, and tucks in.
Fiskfélagið, Iceland
When Victoria Haschka and The Hungry One arrive somewhere, they like to eat what is locally loved. So, when Reykjavik’s Fish Company promised to bring the best of all of Iceland to their plates, they prepared to tuck in.
National Portrait Restaurant
As a school girl I was extraordinarily lucky. My passion for the arts was cultivated…
The Salt Lick, Texas
The Salt Lick in Driftwood, Texas, the infamous barbecue joint, serving up smoky, tender, flaking pieces of meat and tangy beans to red-faced, beer-swilling men, and Jackie Lee. Welcome to Woman vs. Food…
Momofuku Ssäm Bar, New York
There are many reasons why you’d go to Momofuku Ssäm. You might be looking for somewhere to sip a 7-spice sour or a pickle brine martini. But if you’ve made it to David Chang’s flagship, you’ve probably come for the pork buns.
The Hambrough, Ventnor
It’s a brave chef who opens his tasting menu with a potato; a Mayan Twilight, served with shavings of truffle, chard, artichoke and a hazelnut dressing. The chef is Robert Thompson of The Hambrough, Ventnor, on the Isle of Wight.
Wines of Rapture
Supine on a striped sofa in the appropriately titled “Petting Room” of Quo Vadis members’ club in Soho, Lucy Shaw is surrounded by leather, lingerie and literature. She is about to indulge in the Wines of Rapture.