freaky trigans w.better publogistical memories than mine will recall the name of the pub where we were canvassed by ‘kippers (= they shyly passed across to our table some rubbish leaflets, quickly leaving the pub before we cd begin our gleeful […]

Top of my Christmas list this year: Cat Poo Coffee. It’s a snip at ’31 for 250g from www.hasbean.co.uk. Santa, are you reading this?[…]

Pub Justice
Last night I went again to the pop quiz at the Rosemary Branch. It was a bit of a sentimental night because B, the one member one of our regular team who lives near there, is moving to Australia at the end of the week.
On his way to the[…]

Carrot and orange soup is a good way of clearing up a glut of (flatmates) carrots. It is a quick one too, you briskly boil your carrots for only ten minutes before pureeing, it is better if the carrots still have a bit of bite. Warming, yet tangy, it[…]

Are Tomatoes Too Wet? Obviously this question is nonsense as it stands (a philosopher writes) since a tomato is as wet as a tomato is wet. I suppose what I really mean is, are tomatoes too wet to put in sandwiches? Admittedly, this had never struck m[…]

There’s a lot of interesting street food to be found in here in NYC, what I’ve had that I remember I tend to love. Three vendors:
1) The Dosa Guy (Thiru is his name) on Washington Square Park
Come noon everyday, Thiru, the “dosa guy[…]

An open letter to Fancy A Pint.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for FINALLY starting to link to Streetmap for your maps of where pubs are. This is a lot easier than copying the postcode from the pub description, opening streetmap, putting the postco[…]

When ‘Mexican’ means atmosphere more than food — the thing about the seventy-year-old-plus El Coyote Cafe in Los Angeles is not that the food’s great. It isn’t. Not necessarily HORRIBLE, mind you, but you are not going t[…]

SUCCESS!!!!
Finally Team Albatross, made up of some people from this parish (me and Ben plus others) finally won a pub quiz. The downside: it was not in our normal pub.
The Harringey Arms is a nice pub. It has a really good pub quiz. But after six mo[…]

I had famous pork on Sunday. It came from Stinky Jim, you know, of Jimmy’s Farm fame. Jamie Oliver’s mate. That’s the one. Anyway, it had been brought from his piggery in Essex to Durham by my friend Pippa, who was there visiting he[…]