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.
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.
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.
Alex Larman and She Who Must Be Delayed escape London’s grey vistas and sloughs of despond, for a jaunt out of town to the leafy domain of Amersham and a dining destination called The Artichoke…
Rather than fairy tales, Hamlet’s castle, Viking saga and Technicolor LEGO, Douglas Blyde opts for the purity and persistence of Denmark’s cuisine, jolted by the tongue by René Redzepi at noma…
I’m nestled in a low-slung black leather booth opposite Jonesy, who, much to his dissatisfaction,…
I’m not sure I’d ever tire of wine and food matching ‘masterclasses’. Yes, there’s the ‘how to taste wine correctly’ monotony, but if all else fails, it’s an evening of eating food and drinking wine, two of life’s most enjoyable pastimes.
With girls resting Longchamp bags on their laps as they sip coffee in pavement cafes, Knightsbridge’s chic Lowndes Street is an apt setting for another French classic to set up shop. Welcome, Pierre Hermé.
Jackie doesn’t like breakfast. Except when she’s dining at The Cottage in San Diego’s La Jolla, where Californian and Mexican cuisines blend seamlessly to create a breakfast of champions. Oh yes, Jackie likes those breakfasts.
Can a maître d’ really make or break a meal? After my visit to Il…
If you have accepted that you’re going to be served endless skewers of grilled meat until you turn the green disc on your table from green to red to warn them that your stomach can take no more, Anderson is the man to serve you…