Restaurant Review

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...

Can you recall the day an A-list star descended on Edinburgh’s West End to visit an eatery called Home? A project involving Social Bite and Dean Gassabi of Maison Bleue resulted in cooking with a...

Life is like an avocado. It’s pear-shaped, and, at the centre of things, there’s a huge vacuum. Now that I’ve got my existential angst out of the way, I can talk more positively about this fruit,...

When you’re an ever-expanding restaurant reviewer, you’ve got to shoehorn in as many exercise classes as you can. This place was lucky enough to get me after a hot yoga session. I struggled across...

‘Hello Gaby, I wasn’t expecting you”. Nobody ever recognises me, I pass through life invisibly. I’m sure if I was a criminal, and they tried to do an Identikit, they’d quickly give up and I’d...

I’m going to escape to my island paradise. Not Barbados, nor the Galapagos (to hang with my tortoise pals). I’ve decided on Inchcailloch, one of the small islands on Loch Lomond. The name, in Gaelic,...