I find food aversions frustrating and curious things. The different examples of deep distaste for ingredients and types of cooking represent, in my mind, ill-fated…
Caravan: From Erskine to Skillet Eggs
You go to London in search of a place for your younger brother to stay during his MA. Negotiation pants on and checklist in hand,…
The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread
I can see them working through their large glass windows. Early in the morning, at five when I head over to the gym, I can…
One Brick Short of a Load
Critics in publications try to write as little as they can about the food they eat, because of how unoriginal they have to be when…
Review: PONO Superfood Bar, Norwich
I am not a food scientist or a nutritionist. I do not delve into the intricate chemical compositions and affinities of ingredients, nor do I…
A Valentine’s Day in the City
We do not tend to make plans on Valentine’s day. It is always so busy, there are too many people walking the streets, and every…
An Ode to Klobasarna, Our Favourite Slovenian Sausage Shop
Fewer meals come as affordable and delectable as the Carniolan sausage plates offered at Klobasarna. These are made in a small Slovene takeaway…
Review: Woolf and Social Restaurant, Norwich
Flourishes and small plates, morsels on sticks, atop Jenga forms and pyramids, are less scoffed at by the common man when they are…
Review: Gunpowder Spitalfields, London
Gunpowder is a delicious name for a restaurant. It encapsulates, I assume, everything that the owners envisioned the place to represent when first setting…
Review: Coal Office Restaurant, London
I grew up eating the food of the Middle East. I recall fondly the roasting smells of skewered meat on grills, the sight of…