
Alyn Williams at The Westbury
“The Westbury is one of Mayfair’s more understated hotel addresses. Tucked away between the hedge funds and art galleries, away from the gaze of shoppers and tourists, it luxuriates gently, with a quiet confidence.”
“The Westbury is one of Mayfair’s more understated hotel addresses. Tucked away between the hedge funds and art galleries, away from the gaze of shoppers and tourists, it luxuriates gently, with a quiet confidence.”
It happens every year, doesn’t it? Even to the most Christmas-tastic of us. There always…
“Whether it’s gorging on hot cross buns for Easter, tucking into neeps and tatties on Burns’ Night or seeing in the Chinese New Year with spring rolls and a few glasses of Jiu, I’m never one to turn down a food-related festival…”
It’s a great word, don’t you think? Syllabub. So silly and frothy and light and…
“The Factory House is a curious beast. Nestled in a sheltered nook beneath the intestinal behemoth that is the Lloyd’s building, one could simply wander past the understated façade without a second glance…” Felix Hagan dines in the Industrial Revolution…
“‘Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning…’ My sentiments exactly Mr Capote, for there is something fresh and exciting about this time of the year…”
“Stirling, what’s for dessert?” It was a question to which I had given precisely no…
I’m pot-roasting my pigeon to make sure that it will be as tender and tasty…
“Ladies and gentleman, you’ve entered the spaceship – get ready to shoot into orbit,” announces Richard Geoffroy, Dom Pérignon’s ebullient cellar master, to an audience of bemused wine writers.
The Arb’s own Mrs Beeton, Angela Clutton, continues her tutelage on the game season, and…
“‘First catch your hare’ is the famous, apocryphal statement that is often misattributed to Hannah Glasse as the beginning of her recipe for Jugged Hare in her legendary 19th century text on gastronomy – The Art of Cookery.”
Larry ventures to a secret location in Edinburgh one damp autumn afternoon for a tasting of a very special single malt, one of the finest in all of Scotland. You’d think he’d know how to pronounce it…