Way aye, man! Howay, pet! Mi eyes, Duncan, mi eyyyyyes! Okay, enough of that. If you hadn’t already guessed I recently took a wee trip up to Newcastle… well actually, up to the beautiful Northumberland coastline on what I believe the cool kids are calling a “mini-moon”. After having married a couple of days earlier, […]Read More House of Tides
So… last month I had my stag do. Cue late-night debauchery, promiscuity, handcuffs, etc. Well actually, no. (Not initially anyway.) Because my best man pulled out a right humdinger of a trump card: an evening in the company of bon viveur, raconteur, and all-round bloody nice bloke Tony Singh. Yep, that Tony Singh – he of The […]Read More Singh When You’re Winning.
Last week I was invited along to a tasting of the new menu at Arboreal, the 2 Rosette restaurant at the Merewood Country House Hotel in Windermere. Arboreal is a new venture created last year when the kitchen team, led by chef Carl Semple, decided to split the existing restaurant into two separate entities: The Grill and Arboreal. […]Read More Arboreal
The Michelin Guide. An annual publication of almost mythical status that can, quite literally, make or break the fortunes of a restaurant. Each year the catering industry holds its breath in anticipation of the latest edition – how many new stars this year? How many three-stars? Will anyone lose their stars? Some chefs have become […]Read More The Death of Michelin.
I recently read an interview with the über-cool Ollie Dabbous. Ollie who? Exactly. Unless you’re a real food freak it’s more than likely that you’ve never heard that name before. And that’s no accident. This isn’t a guy you’re gonna see playing around with omelettes on Saturday Kitchen. He has, I believe, one cookbook which was likely […]Read More Ollie Dabb-who?
Huddersfield. Or ‘Uddersfield, as the locals would ‘ave it. I’ve been working on the outskirts for the past couple of weeks, a little place just off the motorway where there is NOTHING GOING ON. Seriously. On the odd occasion I’ve ventured out into the West Yorkshire rain (it rains here a lot) I’ve driven around […]Read More Boyz n’ the Hudd
There’s a new coffee shop just opened in town. A great little place, just a few battered old Chesterfields, up-cycled wooden tables, and two walls fitted out with bookshelves stocked with any and every type of literature you can imagine. It’s coffee shop porn. Oh aye, and the coffee’s pretty sexy too. Browsing the other […]Read More Godzilla-bub
‘Fish finger sarnies’ – three little words to warm the soul. For any kid who was dragged up in the 90s this humble after-school starch-fest was the next best thing to a chippy tea: Captain Birdseye’s finest, smothered in orange breadcrumbs and baked, grilled, or fried at your discretion; surround with sliced white – butter optional, ketchup […]Read More Return of the Mackerel
Hungry? Then you’ve come to the right place. This blog is all about food – buying it, cooking it, eating it, discussing it – if it tastes good, you’ll find it here. No fluff, no guff, no nonsense. So if you like your sites all warm and fluffy, this probably isn’t the place for you. […]Read More