Bea’s Crawfish Boil
Hundreds of alien-like crustaceans were crawling around in the trays in front of me, pincers waving in the air, tiny legs clicking all over each other’s backs and bodies…
Hundreds of alien-like crustaceans were crawling around in the trays in front of me, pincers waving in the air, tiny legs clicking all over each other’s backs and bodies…
“The Hill Bar & Brasserie has the unfortunate status of being on the busy path one likely travels down to get to somewhere else…” So what made Gabrielle call in? Lucky for us she did, though…
Afternoon tea in hotels conjures up images of floral china cups, delicate cake stands and doilies. Well, not any more. The cake is about to meet the catwalk. One could call it a cakewalk…
“Ah, the 1970s. When an avocado pear was the height of exoticism, when cheese was meant to be cubed, pronged on a cocktail stick and paired with a chunk of tinned pineapple.”
As I hover outside 66 Portland Place, the home of the Royal Institute of British…
“It’s your birthday?” Pachry decried. “Then we shall go to Twickenham!” I was touched by his thoughtfulness, our erstwhile Sanskrit scribe was not known for his sentimentality…
Steak is a powerful and composite entity – a steak is never just a piece of meat. I can think of few other foodstuffs that carry so much baggage, that have so much emotion and meaning coiled around them.
I’m in an empty hallway with soaring ceilings. In front of me, a staircase lined…
“I chuckled to read everything on the menu, from the selection of speciality teas to the sandwiches – described as ‘Uber’ – but I reluctantly concede that if anything is ever Uber then this tea is.”
Street food fever is upon us, and with good reason. Both quick and cheap, the…
“If I concentrate, I can see it all in my mind’s eye. It’s the early eighties – 1982 perhaps – that apocryphal year for the finest Clarets. I’d say it’s November and wintry, cold and grey outside…”