Restaurant Review

What does one wear to an izakaya? Since it’s a Japanese version of a gastropub, something casual might be in order. However, if you’re visiting Mikaku, you could always invest in the blonde spiky wig...

None of your “Don’t mention the war” or “Boom, boom”. The name of this restaurant has a more highbrow namesake than Fawlty or Brush, though it’s hard not to say its name in a Sybil...

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...

With the prorogation of Parliament underway, and the October Brexit deadline looming, the merest thought of Boris Johnson is enough to give me indigestion. So in the spirit of cooperation and solidarity,...

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...

In my day the long summer holidays were filled with the dubious pleasures of picking raspberries, usually in the rain. Fun times, dodging wasps for the reward of some pocket money. When I was growing up,...

  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...