Battered potato pizza Wellington – or BPP en croute, if you forget which side actually triumphed at Waterloo. The freedom to imagine a dish like this may even be the reason the battle was fought.[…]

It’s the kind of commonplace everyone feels safe saying: “The industry’s in a terrible state if they’re getting ideas from computer games.” Like many too-quick assumptions about cultural hierarchy, and intelligence, and […]

HERE’S WHAT I HATE #1: CABBAGE!! Two minor celebrations running I have had to pick my way delicately through an otherwise excellent meal – once at Stockpots in Old Compton Street (Fried Liver and Onions) and once at the Korean restaurant […]

This question is pre-emptive, since my friend and I haven’t been yet: but in the course of a project which may take us years – we meet up maybe once every three months, if that – we decided our next meal out together had to be at an[…]

If Alex is right about the BBC’s faux-populist ploy (see post re Fame Academy three entries down), it’s certainly further evidence of its long-running self-vivisection project. In its early days it could rely on the same system as the res[…]

When I think about going out to eat in the abstract, I have no trouble at all imagining myself to be the bold provocative food-pioneer who will eagerly try the most forbidding thing on the menu: viz the legendary “fish lips and duck webs”[…]

evazev (5:37:19 pm): haha there is a new detective series starting tonight called “rosemary and thyme”
evazev (5:39:04 pm): “horticulturalist rosemary boxer and cheated wife laura thyme investigate when [boilerplate plot ensues]&#82[…]

(A better sense of the inside of West’s head could be gleaned from the photographs of the interior of 25 Cromwell Street, published in the Guardian colour supplement with an extract from Burn’s book, back when it was just coming out in 19[…]

There was a two-part doc on Channel 5 which made a claim about them I didn’t remember, so I picked up Gordon Burn’s Happy Like Murderers: the True Story of Fred and Rosemary West again. I quite quickly remembered why I disliked it so much[…]

Etiquette of entering unfamiliar pubs you may not end up drinking in: see HE couldn’t remember the name of the pub – actually the Rose and Crown in Church Street – and gave me what seemed on paper heroically vague directions. So whe[…]