Blaggers’ goody bags  On the 15th November Hawksmoor opened their doors, apparently without fear, and welcomed in a bunch of food bloggers so they could cook and serve a feast of entirely blagged food to raise money for Action Against Hunger. Madness on their part, […]

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Disappointing picnic

DJ, Leonard and I had had quite a day. We’d rode truculent, semi-wild horses at fences and down ditches. We’d crossed the Swinging Suspension Bridge of Death so we could wander around a Buddhist monastery in our socks. We’d gone off-road in a bright yellow Hyundai […]

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Blaggers’ Banquet

The Blaggers’ Banquet tickets have gone on sale! They are available from ebay and you can buy tables of two for £150 or bid on tables of two, starting price £75. There is also a table for five available at £375.

The […]

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Mongolian milk tea

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Mongolian milk tea

There are places in the world where the British habit of splashing cold milk into hot tea is discussed in hushed tones. The kind of hushed tones used to describe a suppurating carbuncle on your undercarriage or a friend’s brainstorm conversion to UKIP. What would these tea […]

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Baylag Buuz

The hard white sunlight and high blue sky suggested a fresh autumn day when we arrived in Ulaanbaatur in early October. Stepping out of our fantastic, definitely-stay-there-if-you’re-in-Ulaanbaatur hostel, Zaya’s Guesthouse, I soon realised that you don’t breathe deeply in Ulaanbaatur, you chew thoroughly.

You want to blame the glittering […]

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Mixed terrines

Food bloggers, you will be shocked to learn, have a reputation for blagging. For stuffing their pockets with free olives and biscuits at launches, troughing freebies and then never quite getting round to reviewing them and demanding extras at restaurants because they are special. This is a terrible scandal and something […]

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Happy grilled pork chop

In Snezhinka we came up against our worst dining fear: a menu entirely in Russian. And not a small menu either. 8 pages of Cyrillic stood between us and dinner. Would we starve to death in a cosy cafe, slumping decorously over striped satin cushions and […]

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A stack of meals on the Baikaler. Fingers crossed they’re nice

The provodnitsa knocked on our cabin door and then slung it open with a wide smile and a cheery nod. If anyone tells you that the Russians are a dour, gloomy people, give them a kick in the shins. You couldn’t hope […]

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Apple strudel

In late September we strolled down sunny Siberian streets in our shirtsleeves (try saying that after a few Russian Standards). The legendary frozen climate we were expecting had been replaced by a Spanish spring and we stripped off layers of fleece and HeatTech in the marshrutka […]

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The dining car on the Rossiya The first leg of our Moscow to Beijing train journey kicked off at 9.50pm on the 27th September, when the Rossiya pulled out of the seedy and signage-free Yaroslavsky station with us, remarkably, on it. We did not miss our train! We’d got rid […]

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