London basked in a heatwave for two days. But on the third day, the weather gave in. Blue skies were swamped with sweaty grey clouds and the air was thick with the promise of rain.

Obviously I had a table in The Rosendale’s pub garden booked for the third day. A PR had invited […]

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I’ve had niggling doubts about my 1st review of Nautilus ever since I pressed publish. I’d said how the food was delicious, the service was swift and the prices completely shocking for a Londoner (no, really, Ireland, you’re very expensive), but was my conclusion fair or was it born of my Hulk-like […]

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Silk Purse cheese board

Last Friday (day 40) was Exam Day. This caused a lot of fear and perspiration among the students in the 4 weeks before, when the rumours of mid-term exams began to circulate. At first, there was only the suspicion of exams. Then, after a few bold students approached the office, […]

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The view from Nautilus

If Ballymaloe is our Babylon, then Ballycotton is our Soddom and Gommorah. Timourous, befloured students cast off their discipline and hunger for knowledge on the 2-mile journey to the harbour village and arrive there with a thirst for beer and dancing and whatever else they can get.

Our […]

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Tiger burger and chips

For my last meal in London, I went to Camberwell. It has its own destination dining restaurant now – Angels & Gypsies – which is where I’d planned to go for dinner with Sister Number 1 and Ma and Pa Gin and Crumpets. So had […]

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Bellerina’s pint

Last year I put out an appeal on twitter for somewhere to eat near the Barbican. Food Urchin recommended the Fox and Anchor and as Bellerina and I like a pub, we settled in for a dinner of oysters, scotch egg and goose […]

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Walking in a winter wonderland

There’s nothing like a long walk in the snow to build up an appetite. And there’s nothing like a sleepy commuter town on a Sunday to bring you to your knees with despair if you’re trying to find somewhere to eat. For half an hour, […]

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A table full of starters

In my mind, the Barbican is a concrete citadel, its blank walls occasionally broken by doorways that lead to wine bars offering Mediterranean platters for 2. It’s a place of culture but a desert of cuisine.

I was going to breach this arts castle for […]

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Hayling is just like Hawaii

Until recently, the Inn on the Beach was Hayling Island’s Thunderdome. A place for late night drinking and a fight on the shingle. But new owners have taken it over, given it a lick of paint and there is ambitious talk of a fish […]

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Noah’s Ark Inn

The Gin and Crumpets family is a family devoted to gin, crumpets and walking. Since the first walk appeared in our local newspaper, Sundays have been spent getting lost in the countryside. My parents have extended this to getting lost on walking holidays, while I have shared […]

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