Chaat. It’s fast becoming my new favourite local while I call London’s E2 home. Past the two strip joints – sorry, ‘Sports Bars’ with tabletop dancing – which I should…
I came to Borough Market today in search of a man named Bill Ogleshield, and this thing he does with cheese. Ogleshield Raclette; a generous helping of melted cheese on…
Dinner with the White Rabbit and Piglet at St John Bread & Wine tonight, and I’m excited. The White Rabbit is late (naturally) and I’m left alone to devour half…
“Chicken of Beef?”. That’s all that’s on the menu at Mark Hix’s latest restaurant, Tramshed. And not just what’s on the menu – it’s also what greets you when you…
My spicy beef noodle soup and the soul of Vietnamese Pho: The best beef is simmered slowly, for hours, to produce at broth that retains it’s full rich flavour, before…
Piglet can be forgiven for staging what looked like our coming out at London’s gay pride celebrations in Soho tonight – I greeted her with flowers and her a British…
I thought I’d beaten the jet lag until I woke and 5am this morning. Not that maybe-if-I-lay-here-long-enough-I’ll-drift-back-to-sleep-awake… Wide awake. So I decided to go for a walk – aside from…
My poor jet-lagged stomach has lost all concept of day and meal times. We’ve eaten breakfast twice today already and now, I don’t know if we want lunch or dinner…
So my nickname at work is ‘Martha’, as in Marta Stewart. One day, maybe, I’d like to be Australia’s answer to her (sans tax evasion), but really it’s because I bake a lot,…
Some of you may know I’ve been trying to track down nettles recently – stinging nettles, to eat. Why nettles? Well, why not! I can’t say I’ve ever eaten them…
