I’ve been stir-frying again. Regular readers will remember that this has long been a source of pleasure and pain round our house. Anyway for Christmas I asked for a book about Chinese cooking, so I could learn to do things proper like, and give[…]

When I went to see Inside Deep Throat a couple of weeks ago, after I bought my ticket I was presented with a tie-in promotional lollipop. Ha-ha, I thought, I see what you have done there, for whilst I suck my lollipop it will be a little bit like Lin[…]

Lambrini is the tipple of choice round here at Pumpkin Towers. There is nothing we like better then kicking of our imitation Jimmy Choos and throwing back with a couple of girlfriends and knocking back a bottle of Council Estate Cristal. So how excit[…]

Menus are strange beasts. I am out at a restaurant and one is plunked infront of me, and I flip through its many pages. It rarely occurs to me to ask the waiter “what’s best”. Clearly something on there must be. But then if the chef[…]

My work is located on the edge of London’s leafy Belgravia, home (in ‘town’) to nobs, grandees, and Russian oligarchs – now including Roman Abramovich apparently. One happy side-effect of this is that our canteen’s main […]

Eyes put people off. Bones too I guess. And if you are squeamish about offal, then eating a whole fish will include all of that. So some people don’t like whitebait because it all goes down the same hole. The fact that said liver, bowels and ey[…]

There is something gleeful about James Brown’s piece in the recent Time Out about The Boogaloo, London’s latest, greatest rock pub. Perhaps the article shoots itself in the foot too much but noting the Boogaloo as heir apparent to Filthy […]

Jonesing for the disgustingly delicious guilty pleasure of a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup? Too cheap to buy them/in a location where they are less than freely available? Why not try the lovely Nigella Lawson‘s recipe for arterial disaster?[…]

That’s what a “top German chef” might have said.[…]

…now that spring is here. Or any other season for that matter, as Clitheroe is home to my favourite wine seller, the legendary Byrne’s. Now, I would happily have arsed about with HTML and used their name as a link then, but Byrne’s […]