Recipes, reviews, farms and tables
Neil Stewart surveys the scene in his favourite foodie city
"It's earthy and rich, creamy from the pink beet hummus, and impossible to pickup"
The giant soup dumpling in the East Village is a daily limited edition
"The soup is the flavour equivalent of wrapping a blanket over your shoulders as autumn starts to bite. I could eat it, as they say round our way, to a band playing"
"I went to Gordon Ramsay’s house to photograph his dog for Tatler once. Even he couldn’t quite believe it was happening"
"I simply don't understand the adulation directed towards Barrafina..."
"The most dreaded question you can ask at 10AM on a Saturday morning: 'Where are we going for brunch?'"
"This twilight zone of carbs and stupidity is typically an expensive, expansive run of ordinary sandwiches cut into small triangles"
"Here's the problem with champagne (I'm just going to come right out and say it): most of it isn't very good"
Why I just don't like Osteria Francescana as much as everyone else
