A while ago I wrote a post about fashion and food: I would cook for the girls if Andrea would bestow on us her Spanish-style ‘What Not to Wear’ advice....
All I seem to write about these days is dating. But there’s one type of date I haven’t been on for a while: the blind date with a girl. I...
Ok, no more tapas. That’s it. Enough. Finito burrito. Or rather, finito tortilla (except that doesn’t rhyme and, besides, we didn’t finish it – we got it in an American-style...
‘The clue is in the title’, ‘does what it says on the tin’: idioms with which I seem to pepper my language. I’m not quite sure what the opposite of...
I’m going to turn into a tapas. Or rather a tapa. Yes, you know why. I don’t need to explain. Plus it’s all starting to get rather complicated. They might...
When it comes to benchmark dishes, my lobster benchmark happened on a holiday to California when I was 16. In San Francisco, home of hills and eerie evening mists, there...
For various reasons that I’m sure don’t need to be spelled out to the perceptive reader, I’ve recently noted the likeness of tapas and speed dating. In both cases, you...
I realise it’s been a while since I’ve written a proper restaurant review, which is strange since I clearly haven’t been staying in all the time either. So t’other night...
Some time ago I wrote a post about ‘First date food’. Little over a month later, I had a last date. I don’t think there’s such a thing as ‘last...
