Not to conform to the Yorkshire stereotype, but ooo by gum, I do love a pie. And I do struggle to find a good pork pie especially outside of the North. There’s a decent place in Borough Market, but it’s…
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There is no meat quite so delicious as that of the pig. Juicy, succulent, brimming with salty juice and with the natural texture of exquisite crackling. The King of meats! And if pork is the King, surely that makes the…
Continue readingIn a city of concasses, tuiles, ballotines and bites of the unutterably fine, there is occasionally no pleasure quite as exquisite as that of the Sunday hangover fry up. And for this, I wouldn’t even consider going anywhere but Jack’s…
Continue readingTo me, there can be no more pleasure to be had on a Saturday than that involved in pottering around a food market, appetite in hand and hangover in check. And Clapham Common’s leafy borough has an absolute corker of…
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Living in London has a tendency to make one a little insular. Before moving here I used to get infuriated at the ignorance of those bloody Southern monkeys about anything north of Watford. Now that I’m here, sadly I’m starting…
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Recently I’ve fallen back in love with Haggis. Admittedly, our relationship had only been on a brief break, and it certainly made our reunion all the sweeter. Before we split, things between us had gotten a bit stale. You couldn’t…
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There are a lot of good places to drink in Covent Garden, but also a lot of massively dire ones. The scale of dire there ranges from the hipster, moustached and uncomfortable, to the downright loutish. If I see another…
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