Recipes, reviews, farms and tables
"True, not every city centre has a bloody great fortress looming overhead whose cannon booms at 1pm (to wake the students, ha ha)"
"Scotland Yard Hotel: a handsome but solid red brick townhouse where a sunbeam wouldn’t show its face for fear of getting itself arrested"
"I'm reluctant to even tell you about Grič, wanting to keep this precious gem a secret all for myself"
"High-rise dining and bottomless brunches come at a premium. Sandy salads, too"
"I don’t want to read about a wine I can’t actually get"
"As we headed for the door she shouted '…AND DON’T EVER COME BACK… YOU RACISTS!'"
"There's no menu or catalogue of ingredients, and deliberately so. Merlin decided last year to forgo such a structure"
"Three nationalities, all famished, feigning amiable smiles while waiting, praying, dying for food to arrive"
"Sunbeams stream through and warm the soft palette room, casting a spotlight over my guanciale, highlighting the adipose goodness"
"For sure, no wine like this was ever served in the history of Illinois"
