So I’m on the bus home yesterday and bump into my landlord. For many people this would be a bad thing, but I get on extremely well with my landlord and we got to chatting. And one of the things that came up was how he was doing much more cookin[…]

This is revisionism. Tiswas custard* pies were totally non-diary products (good for the allergic amongst us). They were rubbish 1970s shaving foam, without any balms, aloe, pro-vitamin Cell Block H or dry weave top sheets.
And if you don’t bel[…]

Not THIS custard pie madness, obv. Seeing Jeremy Clarkson getting humiliated in public is clearly on of the finer things in life. Nevertheless the sad thing is that custard pies are not what they were. In as much as once upon a time they were more th[…]

it wz my friend rae‘s bday yesterday and we met – and in the end et – at the covent garden hotel bar: we mostly drank a lot of (nice) white wine (on the whole i dislike white wine) and when we got hungry they served CRAZY EXPENSIVE […]

Because Lederhosen are just too uncomfortable for Oktoberfest, we introduce The Oktoberfest Frock. Now I cannot help but think that there is a clothing evolutionary midground that has been skipped to go from the ‘hosen to the skirt, but if its […]

You used to know where you were with Diet Drinks. They would usually come in white, or at least lighter versions of the full fat packaging and have the word DIET emblazoned on them. They were, in short, pretty easy to avoid. Now however things have c[…]

Those out last night could not help but be overwhelmed by one of my birthday presents: 2kg of Parmesan. I look forward into risottoing the hell out of that bastard…
But it was not the only food present I got. From Andrew Farrell was a small bar[…]

Last night saw me return to the Boom Bar, and an interesting return it was. Last time I was there I noted how good and friendly the service was. Unfortunately this was not the case last night. A few more covers admittedly, but from start to finish ou[…]

What kind of sucker would buy Kronenbourg Premier Cru? What kind of idiot would be taken in by its frosted blue bottle? What kind of snob would fall for the pretension that “Kronie” has a ‘Premier Cru’ anyway? What kind of buf[…]

There is more food science to come, but I was reminded last night in FreakyTrigger Central (PunKum restaurant) of one of my least favourite food misidentifications. Last night my hot Thai curry was flecked with red chillis. Not a problem, I avoided a[…]