Pret a Diner
I’m in an empty hallway with soaring ceilings. In front of me, a staircase lined…
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…”
Jonesy revisits the Michelin-starred Indian restaurant Quilon at Buckingham Gate, where “flavours dance in harmony on the tongue while the stomach eagerly awaits their company”.
“It has always been my opinion, formed through long experience, that a culture can be judged, and yes I do mean judged, by the quality of its food and the quality of its philosophy.”
If you were ever to find yourself back in 1930s Havana, my advice would be…
With daffodils all around them, Rebecca and her chap don their Sunday best for a stroll through St James’s Park, a visit to the Churchill War Rooms, and a lavish afternoon tea at The Lanesborough…
It’s a real slog getting across to Canary Wharf. ‘The City’, as those in the…
“I find myself in Bloomsbury’s premier residential street heading towards a restored Victorian pub. I expect to find it full of Dickensian characters, errant domestic servants, chimney sweeps and miscreants.”