“They will be ready…..when they are ready…..com-pree-hendo”? the faux Mexican accent was abit weird…. Chef balled her fist and playfully sunk it knuckles first into my sternum, her play-fighting was most men’s street brawling. That fucking hurt but my 21-year-old ego fueled by plentiful and erratic hormones refused to show the pain of… Read More The 5 hour Pork Shoulder & The Girl from Ipanema’s arse……(go figure)
I wrote this piece quite some time ago – but I recently came across a picture of Paolo and it brought me back to that day spent making pizza with him – a day that is etched into my mind…. Paolo sadly passed away in 2015. Pizza with Paolo The heat is intense –… Read More Pizza with Paolo T.
Its peak-season, mid-July and the place is electrically charged. Tourists flood in from near and far – mostly Brits and Yanks but there is the occasional French family that looking truly, truly lost here. I do love this place but I see nothing but madness in anyone wanting to leave the Cote D’Azur for my craggy Northern coast.… Read More ‘The Beach Bucket’ – Battered & Beer’d Shrimp with Skins
Tony, Chef, me and about 10 other people had followed the fight all the way and where now jammed in the front door wide eyed and expectant jostling for a view of the final round. To this point at least 12 right crosses, 2 upper cuts and a nose bite had been delivered as the… Read More Little Maggie’s Gambas on Rye
“I fucking hate mussels – fucking, fucking hate them boyo” Tony spat the words at me like he was clearing his throat of some poison then promptly washed away any residue with a fresh gulp of Snake Bite – a lethal mix of Cider, Whisky and Lager – we called it ‘The Chef’s Chimaera’… Read More Parmesan and Herb Mussels with The Chef’s Chimaera