Gusto by Heinz Beck
“A dozen exquisite Lagouile steak knives are balanced on the felt, each handle carved of a different wood. I choose a bloody rosewood, to match the hue of the veal I’ll be carving it with.”
“A dozen exquisite Lagouile steak knives are balanced on the felt, each handle carved of a different wood. I choose a bloody rosewood, to match the hue of the veal I’ll be carving it with.”
It’s times like these I’m thankful I know no fear of heights, for there’s no place for the vertigo-prone on the 35th floor of the Mandarin Oriental New York.
How far would you travel for a decent Sunday lunch? 100 miles is the furthest I’ve gone. With the plethora of options in my hometown of London, it did seem a little crazy to be setting off one day to Gosport – of all places! – for roast dinner alone.
It’s late on Wednesday when the phone goes. It’s Foodie Ed. The conversation goes something like this: “Is that you Richie? Course it is. Listen, I’ve got a job for you. See I need someone solid, reliable, not afraid to put a bit of fork about, know what I mean?
Julie Griffiths (mother-in-law to Lily Allen) has been proprietor of the Sir Charles Napier for…
Fitzrovia – bohemian hub of the early 20th century, home to literary and artistic bon vivants who would frequent the area’s many watering holes…
“A hubbub of excited noise and the turmoil of other people having a jolly good time crash into us as we enter the main restaurant.”
The attention to detail is exceptional and intriguing; with napkins wrapped in riddles, sugar cubes contained within a whimsical ballerina musical jewellery box which plays “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”…
“As we settle into our seats with their fraying edges, and frail wooden armrests, we hear a commotion at the table behind us. Without proper warning a man suddenly falls backwards off his chair and rolls onto the floor. He’s ruddy and broken looking.”
“Since my dinner at La Colombe at Constantia Uitsig, I have been wondering what it was about the experience that made it so special.”
The Docklands area is an unknown land for most of us; a mystery for those of us who don’t get to don a well-tailored suit and head off into its murky depths to worship at the slippery altar of high finance.
“It’s extremely rare that I find myself in Parson’s Green. I love London for all its multifarious gastronomic eccentricity; I love diving on a bus and eating Turkish feasts in Haringey, Indian food in Southall, but you’d have to work pretty hard to drag me down to Parson’s Green.”