Eating in hotel restaurants was something people did in the 80s. Or at least, it was something I did a lot in the 80s as my Dad used to be...
“Borrel. Het mooiste woord der Nederlandse taal.” So says Boca’s website, and I’m inclined to agree. A “borrel”, for those unfamiliar with the term, is a drinking occasion in the...
Sometimes people tell me that they’re intimidated by the idea of going to posh restaurants – that the more expensive a place is, the more likely they are to embarrass...
Anna is one of those restaurants that became seemingly impossible to book a table at within a fortnight of its opening. Which I find odd because – in this triple-dip...
Last night, I made a rare trip to the Oud-Zuid, which reminded me why those trips are (indeed) rare. On the table next to ours at dinner in Willems, sat...
Over seven years ago now, the place I called home was Brixton in south London. Or rather, since I never really felt like much of a Londoner, I guess I...
The article in the in-flight magazine made “The Gathering” sound like a cross between a cultish ritual and a shameless money-making scheme. (Although that pre-supposes that there’s generally a difference...
Honey Badger: “Where shall we go for lunch?” Me: “I don’t know, but I don’t want any more bread…” Honey Badger: “Good luck with that, babe – we live in...
Every Monday I cycle up the Bilderdijkskade from my Bollywood dance class (see – there’s something you didn’t know about me!) and for the last few weeks my eye was...
