Author Gaby Soutar

I went to the V&A Dundee, and all I got was a badge with the word “potato” (blame the artist David Shrigley) written on it. The building is exciting – slightly forbidding from the exterior, but,...

The problem with being a restaurant reviewer is that you have to pretend to like fancy stuff. You chew your way through the fermented ortolan lung, or deconstructed croquembouche, but the whole time...

It’s just not very LA to have a stinking cold. In the City of Angels, you’d head it off by going to a juice bar, getting acupuncture, a vitamin shot or undergoing whatever other wellness trend you’d...

My new year’s resolution? To eat more carrots. Once the sun goes down, I’m as blind as a mole in a tanning booth, or an axolotl under a disco strobe. Anyway, this all adds to the excitement of going...

It’s Super Saturday – aka the second busiest shopping day of the year. There was no chocolate behind my advent calendar door today, just a note that said, “Stay in bed”. I predict punters...

In Venice, a glass of wine that’s drunk in a cicchetti bar, otherwise known as a bacari, is sometimes described as an “ombra” or shadow. Apparently, vendors used to sell their boozy wares on the...

Studies have shown that listening to music increases diners’ food consumption. I’m not sure if that applies to all genres. At this eatery, the background tunes are like you’ve pressed the demo...

I am told I have a quiet voice, like a catarrh-riddled pygmy shrew. To project and become louder, they say you should open your mouth wide, keep your tongue down and sit up straight. Can’t be bothered,...

Being a Brownie was a total success for me, as I was awarded a tea-making badge. Since then, apart from brief membership of the Tufty road-crossing one, I haven’t been a member of any clubs. I’m not...

I was never a nerd at school, apart from a brief period in P6 when I rocked a mullet, NHS aviators and never took off my ski jacket, even through the hot August of ‘85. That may have slotted me temporarily...