- Food & Drink
Of all the dark gifts the fall of the Roman Empire gave us, the dining table and chairs is one of the worst. Reclining on a couch, dipping dormice in honey and honing your rhetoric seems a much more pleasurable way of eating than sitting spine straight at a table wondering when your […]Continue Reading →
When I moved to London, back in the days when everything was powered by steam engines and there was a cheeky cockney urchin pickpocketing plutocrats on every corner, street food was limited to late night hot dog carts selling tubes of […]Continue Reading →
I consider it one of my life’s great tragedies that I’m not invited to banquets in castles more often. I’m clearly built for sitting on benches in drafty rooms, quaffing and feasting, and I’d look terrific in a coif. Yet the number of heralds unrolling scrolls and trumpeting outside my […]Continue Reading →
On September 27, 2011 By ginandcrumpets
If Bellerina could be said to have a super power, it’s her ability to spot a bargain. While the rest of us flounder, mired in Groupons, Twitter deals and Facebook specials for things that you panic buy 5 minutes before you realise you don’t want them, Bellerina is reaping the […]Continue Reading →
There’s magic in names. Say something’s name enough and you conjure it into existence. This is doubly true for Twitter, where an idle comment can turn a half-thought out gag into a real life commitment.
It’s Twitter that’s responsible for Italian Club. It began with friends going to dinner at Trullo […]Continue Reading →
Until Monday night, I hadn’t realised how much I love where I live. I knew I liked it here – that I wanted to live in Peckham/Nunhead – but I hadn’t really delved into the soppy, emotional side of things.
When I came back from Ireland last year, I felt […]Continue Reading →
On August 3, 2011 By ginandcrumpets
2011 has been the year of the forager. There barely seems to be a stretch of hedgerow or a strip of grass that hasn’t been picked over by über local food enthusiasts in search of a fashionable meal. Restaurant menus, following the lead of moss-bothering master chef René […]Continue Reading →
For a nation of island dwellers, the British are stubbornly averse to eating fish. In the kitchen, we keep our backs to the sea and our stomachs pointed firmly towards the fields and forests, where meat roams around in a collection of tantalising guises. Fish, all scales and slime, doesn’t […]Continue Reading →
There are two words that, when combined together, slap a smile on my face that cannot be scrubbed off, not even with Vanish. These words are “free” and “booze”.
Just before Easter they both appeared – in a more sophisticated guise – in an email from the PR representing ZTH, […]Continue Reading →
The restaurant pictured above is not L’Osteria dell’Acquasanta. For many years Leonard and her family believed it was. True, it didn’t look anything like the picture on the website and if you put the address into Google the arrow pointed to the other end of town, but Acquasanta […]Continue Reading →
My name is Jassy Davis and I'm a freelance food writer, recipe developer and food stylist. I write for magazines, websites and I'm the co-author of The Contented Calf Cookbook.
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