The energy of the Kitchen isn’t good, this isn’t normal, this is very, weird. Barreling at terminal velocity we are now at the half-way mark of a punishing Thursday night service and for the last 90 minutes we have been mercilessly and relentlessly hammered*. My brain is in turmoil, this is not supposed to be… Read More Flatbreads stuffed with Spinach and Feta….and a stabbing..
Chef was a 5ft 1inch thunder-storm. She was electric, caustic, irreverent, foul-mouthed and harder than a bent coffin nail. She kept her hair shaved tight back and sides and sported a jet-black 2 inch tall ‘full-hawk’ on top. She was insanely beautiful and ran The Kitchen like a rock-star, she was one of only a… Read More Rock & Roll Chicken, Jalepenos, lime & lager
“It’s Goat” “It’s fucking what”?!! “It’s Goat…well parts of a goat….I’m not sure exactly which parts though” “Goat….like in Baaahhhaahhha?..not lamb or beef…horny goat”!? “Yeah, lung and liver aswell most likely, they eat it here by the tonne….. and goats don’t go ‘Baaahhhaahhha’ its more Naaaahhhaahh, more nasally” “Your focus on bovine noise making in… Read More Cabrito & firey corn salsa
There’s a stillness and quite in the hills above Osunti….it feels like a familiar blanket draped around tired shoulders. The earth is dark, red and volcanic, its unkempt and rugged. There’s a distinct lack of any ‘rank and file’ which is other-worldly and welcome…. … during the occasional day-dream you forget that this is part of… Read More Figs…… and what to do with them.
The middle of October on the North Coast is an unforgiving place to be, the drizzle is constant, the wind is barbaric and the buzz of the season is gone. The tourists and their sun-screen have long since departed reducing the town to its raw exposed parts – quiet bars and lonely streets, even the… Read More Thai Yellow fish with BBQ Shrimp…not a Reuben