Category Archives: Origins of our food
Oughts, Thoughts and Couscous Jeudi
Spending much of my teenage years on school holidays in France, two misunderstandings live with me and make me chuckle at self to this day. As I helped out in the Café Viargues in Decazeville (see About Gareth), I was fascinated by the … Continue reading
‘Ragu al Forno’
So many dishes come about through accident. Here’s one that recently happened in the No 19 kitchen. I’ve written about Ragú and Sugo; I’ve been first in England to talk of the rich Tuccú alla Genovese. Next comes a Ragú al … Continue reading
The Cheer Power of Food
One morning very recently I awoke heavy of heart – every foot step was an effort. I’d committed to visit the Italian Cultural Institute where an era was about to change – maybe it was this that was bearing down so weightily on my … Continue reading
Two Buses and a Pre-Historic Encounter
You know the English saying – you wait for ages at the bus stop and then two or more buses arrive together. This just happened to me. One week the Poissonnèrie Municipale at Le Tréport (Normandy), then a week and a … Continue reading
I Found my Apulian Fava
Surrealism is a near daily overly used and, worse, largely misunderstood term. When you walk into London’s Queen’s Club, past three shiny patent leather black Maybach’s into a simple dining room overlooking immaculate tennis courts to meet Peppe Zullo – that’s surreal. Maybach’s stand for vulgar … Continue reading
Ambassadors with Molto Gusto
Let me share with you a little known secret. In the lower ground floor of a fine townhouse in one of London’s most exclusive squares, there is a tiny restaurant which completely changes its theme near monthly. Two flags hang above … Continue reading
