On entering Pitt Cue for lunch, it’s entirely possible that I said, ‘Hello, I have a reservation”. Then,”Wow, I should have worn my penis!’ And that I said it out loud. The dining room, on this Thursday late lunchtime, was entirely male and suited, except, as the maitre d’ pointed out, for some of the … More Pitt Cue, let’s meat in the city, London
Arriving late in New York, I knew, even before I sat down, that eating in the hotel bar/restaurant was a mistake. JK was tired and didn’t want to go out, the guy at check in said the fish tacos were amazing, let me tell you right now, he is a bloody liar. So, the next morning we did … More Margon, Cuban culture, New York
I live but 10 minutes from Duck and Waffle yet, somehow, it’s taken me till now to visit. I did have a table booked, window side, for part of Mr Gosling’s birthday, timed so that we could hold hands across the table, sipping breakfast cocktails, while watching the sunrise over London, but we all know … More Duck and Waffle, a view from on high, London
I took TP for lunch recently. It was a business lunch but we mostly talked about life and love and,of course, food. He raved about the Oystermen and so that is where Big J and I found ourselves last Friday. I generally avoid Covent Garden but,I have to say, it’s looking good and the opening of the second outpost … More The Oystermen, claws for thought, Covent Garden
When Jones told me to book anywhere I wanted for my birthday, I was excited and panicked in equal measure. My list of places to try gets longer by the day and shows no sign of slowing, with new restaurants opening, it feels almost daily, in London. A long stander on my list was Restaurant … More Story, a very happy ending, restaurant review.
There is nothing quite like the feeling of stepping out of the airport and feeling the sun on your face and, unfortunately, my arrival in Mallorca was nothing like that. A picked me up from the airport, he and M having arrived the night before, and we set off into Palma for a spot of lunch, before heading to our home … More TOC, Palma Mallorca, restaurant review
IW and I first met on our first day at university, where we had both managed not only to turn up for the wrong class but to sit next to each other. That level of idiocy demands a friendship for life and so it has. When she arrived from Glasgow on Saturday, the first thing I … More Suvlaki, Greek goes East, restaurant review
If I am very lucky, once a year, the stars align and I find myself at dinner with two of my oldest friends. Last week, I got very lucky. M flew in from HK and N made the easier, but infinitely less glamorous, journey from Guilford. What never fails to amaze is the way we slip straight … More Bar Douro, restaurant review, London
T and I were long overdue a girl date, partly because I'd had to travel for work and had to postpone and partly, well, life! With me in the US, T was given responsibility for booking brunch, so we picked a restaurant and she booked. Except she didn't, she went renegade and booked somewhere entirely different, … More Hotbox, a bloody boozy brunch, restaurant review.
Last week, my day job took me to New York and, after experiencing my first ever baseball game at the Yankee’s stadium, JK and I headed to Sparks for dinner. Sparks is something of a New York institution, having been around since 1966. It features on almost every list of best steak house in New … More Sparks, old school dining, New York