“Fifteen Cornwall is all wood slated exterior, with steps leading down and down into the restaurant; views of the beach teasing en route.”
“I was to meet with chief mate, The Foodie Ed. and take on board a cargo of the finest seafood available this side of the Mariana Trench.”
“A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.” Lord Byron
On the plane the next day, my stomach and mind grumbled and struggled to digest what had happened. My head ached and an overwhelmingly dank sense of disappointment seemed to permeate all things.
“What we wanted was the sort of top-end place where we could nosh, munch, guzzle or just nibble on traditional English fare, but done really, really well, without a trace of irony.”
I am rather surprised, and in truth ever-so-slightly-disappointed when I arrive at Wiltons to be…
“Thousands of spice-filled test tubes hang precariously above my head like some frantic experiment to preserve the sands of time.”
Coupled to the Hospes hotel in Alicante, across an atrium courtyard that doubles up as…
There are good things happening on the King’s Road. No, I don’t mean the antics of the Made in Chelsea crew. I’m talking restaurants.
“A dozen exquisite Lagouile steak knives are balanced on the felt, each handle carved of a different wood. I choose a bloody rosewood, to match the hue of the veal I’ll be carving it with.”
How far would you travel for a decent Sunday lunch? 100 miles is the furthest I’ve gone. With the plethora of options in my hometown of London, it did seem a little crazy to be setting off one day to Gosport – of all places! – for roast dinner alone.