Author Gaby Soutar

I’m so glad my flat-sharing days are over. One housemate was sick in the bath. Another lectured me for leaving a fingerprint on his fridge, and there was an Aussie who liked drunken cooking, always using...

In the last series of Killing Eve, Villanelle complains about breakfast being constant eggs. “Why? Who decided?” She’s a psychopath assassin with a fair point. Breakfast and its younger sister,...

From a restaurant reviewer’s perspective, there’s a lot to relate to at Jupiter Artland. My interpretation of Anish Kapoor’s Suck is that it’s a greedy oesophagus – my sink hole of an appetite –...

When you’re a restaurant reviewer, there are practicalities beyond an elasticated waistband. Receipts, for one thing. Since I review incognito, and claim expenses, my bag is stuffed with valuable bits...

  They’re thinking of opening another branch of Edinburgh Castle, but on Portobello Beach.   There will also be a second Scott Monument beside Ikea at Straiton, and a Greyfriars Bobby...

Since I’m a cruel mistress, one of my favourite moments on a recent holiday to Italy was when my other half ate an olive straight off the tree. How I LOL’d as he spat and gurned like an llama eating a...

Some might say it’s not the season for soup. Along with snoods, Vaporub and crumpets, cullen skink, cock-a-leekie and miso have mostly been shelved until autumn. I, however, find it hard to have my daily...

I am getting on. My tastebuds are fading, my teeth crumbly and I have to squint to see the small print on menus. Constant reflux and cholesterol deposits in my retinas act as memento moris. With these jolly...

The best thing I ever saw on Leith Walk was a guy and his staffy in matching gold chains and black Adidas tracksuits. But now, halfway down, there’s something even better than the semi-canine version of...

I don’t know anyone who’s had a face lift. However, I imagine that a Simon Cowell/Jocelyn Wildenstein-esque transformation comes as a shock. This now beautiful restored building – once the North...