Mojitos are the first stereotype drink of the noughties. FACT. And how do I know? From reading chick-lit. And, admittedly, by attending local west-London ponce bars.
Every chick-lit book EVER has a scene concerned with cooking or drinking something t[…]

In a vague attempt to reclaim the pub element of this blog, I present a diverting link to one of the songs from MJ Hibbett‘s GRATE (obv.) new album, which is based around the idea that the pub is the true symbol of englishness. There are also […]

What was and what might have been
so, MissVicky had a birthday and obviously it was a perfect occasion to go to a restaurant we had both been lusting after for quite some time. Moro is a mediterranean restaurant with a big reputation, the reviews for[…]

One of the best reasons to go to a barbeque is not so much the food, as the eclectic selection of sauces, chutneys and relishes that people have in their cupboards. This weekend at a Dulwich barbiel I had the tastiest hot sauce I have ever smeared ov[…]

The Grave Maurice (on Whitechapel Road) is not what it was. Popping in there for a swift post-curry pint yesterday was a sorry experience. The barman was terrific and the people were friendly so it wasn’t actively nasty, but the place is fallin[…]

Snackspot should be called “I Love SnaXXoRs”. OK, I only know about it cos of NTK. It’s half-blog, half-chat obsessed with consumer snack food spotting, and you are encouraged to “Submit a sighting” (recently spotted: Mi[…]

Caldeirada de Lulas!! Talitha brought me squid stew in a tin for tea on Thursday, and it was the best thing ever, just spread on thick bread. Like a sardine tin, where you peel the metal top back. She got it in a shop called Lisboa, somewhere in West[…]

The Spiegelgarden, Edinburgh
Your temporary festival beer-fountain is always a risky prospect. Some of the attics, basements and back bedrooms converted into licensed premises during August in Edinburgh can amount to little more than a couple of cans[…]

Pret Sandwiches – Classic Or Dud?: especially in the current climate, when even stepping out of the air-conditioned office womb makes you feel like you’re in Beau Geste, nearest = best as far as sandwich parlours are concerned. Which mean[…]

Food anti-rockism alert… I’m through with making stuff from scratch. I made a jerk paste with my bare hands the other week — lots of lovely ingredients (all spice berries, cinnamon, spring onions, er, other stuff), a modicum of fun […]