Any restaurant that features “Het Beest” (the beast) in different guises every day of the week is the kind of restaurant I’m going to get on with. My cookbook editor...
Have you noticed how every brunch establishment in Amsterdam seems to be run by expats? There’s Little Collins (Australian), Greenwood’s (British), formerly Lovefood HQ (British)… and this weekend’s finds have...
It was one of those weekends that started as it meant to go on. A Friday night trip to my favourite sausage and wine place (Worst) ended several glasses deep,...
I recently read an article about what a person’s eating habits can reveal about themselves and their romantic partner. The conclusions weren’t exactly astounding (people who are adventurous about food...
Rather like last year’s trip to Alanya in Turkey, the Algarve conjures up visions of post-exam teenagers who do techno and wrinkled sixty-somethings who do too much tanning. And indeed,...
The evening before I went on holiday was balmy and sun-bathed… I ordered a glass of chilled rosé, forgot about the office, and ate my way through several phenomenal courses...
I regularly get emails from people wanting recommendations for a romantic diner à deux, or a venue for a hen party, or somewhere to take their in-laws… I try to...
Another gruelling bar crawl on Friday night (seriously, this bar-reviewing malarkey is a young woman’s game) was made slightly less hangover worthy (“slightly” being the operative word – I still...
I’ve been in this restaurant-reviewing game since 2006, and before that – well, let’s just say I’ve done a lot of dining. But every now and again, something shakes my...
