Barcelona is a dark beauty and to know her is to love her…..you have no choice…. She has an elegance and style that is breathtaking and dangerous……She is independent and strong, confident and challenging…..sultry and mysterious, when you think you know all there is to know about her she surprises you with just a… Read More Ceviche and getting lost in Barcelona
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… 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
There’s an unsettling rubbery-ness setting into my legs that excites and confuses me in equal measure. This is a familiar feeling…and one I don’t really care for if I’m being completely honest……one I haven’t felt in a long, long time. I’m nervous. This is a weird time for nerves…….if this was a job interview at… Read More Goan Monkfish curry – Floyd, Stein, Bourdain and Padstow
The Bicycle Thief 