Kajitsu, New York
Kajitsu, the name of the discreet subterranean Japanese restaurant in Manhattan’s Lower East Side, means ‘a fine day’, something you can be assured of should your diurnal cycle conclude within its enlightening confines…
Kajitsu, the name of the discreet subterranean Japanese restaurant in Manhattan’s Lower East Side, means ‘a fine day’, something you can be assured of should your diurnal cycle conclude within its enlightening confines…
Surry Hills is probably the beating heart of Sydney’s culinary body. On this jaunt home to my motherland I was pleased to find one of the finest additions to the district is smack in the centre of it all.
Everybody from Frank Sinatra to Jay-Z has extolled the virtues and bemoaned the vices of New York City. This being my first trip to NYC, I decided to spend a day traipsing across town eating everything in sight.
Lunch was booked for one o’clock at Combal.Zero in Rivoli, which had only re-opened two days previously after the summer sojourn, and perhaps word hadn’t yet caught on, as I was the only diner, at least for the first hour…
Eastern Standard is apparently the restaurant that the big-name chefs go to when they’re in Boston. The food is said to be innovative and consistently good, ever changing but always memorable. Jackie investigates…
“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, 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.
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.
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…
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.
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…
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.