Recipes, reviews, farms and tables
"Drinkable diamonds, liquid money, tipsy happiness, champagne is a party in my mouth and a gift in a bottle"
"One question still vexes me, year in, year out. Where can I take my parents for dinner in London?"
"You feel for the can’t-decide crowd who check the menu outside, assess the cheery downstairs room through the windows, and then are led upstairs"
"When told, drop everything and get the hell out, fast"
"I want the person responsible for cooking my dinner to be a proper fatty, experienced in gluttony"
"Chefs all wear the preposterously tall toque blanche hat, but all of the pomp is lavishly lapped up"
"A daily menu arrives and makes a point of the kitchen’s Canadian-ness – what the Dickens is that I hear you cry?"
"Dutch food, though. Yes, quite. I'll give you a moment. Anything? If you said waffles, then you're wrong"
"Dinner starts proper with the world's oddest signature dish …"
"I’ve lived in Alba for over 15 years, and have found my happy place. I plant, I grow, I harvest, I cook"
