Category Archives: The Moors
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
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
Wish List 2012. This Boy’s Up for Hire.
I could go a bit crazy at this point. Why, because I want everything I wish for to come about. Believe in it enough they say and it will happen. So I am believing myself into each of the situations set out … Continue reading
Pain Alleviated by Rice. What Joy.
Apologies for the fewer number of pieces posted in recent days but I have been in too much pain to write – a condition that should leave as quickly as it arrived with expert manipulation tomorrow. Please be patient dear readers, I … Continue reading
