Because I would prefer to line HMRC’s pockets buying Italian food rather than American candy and Froot Loops.
Eataly in Dubai.
“I’m not going to Five Guys again you fat unimaginative bastard. Take me to Eataly”
All I want for Christmas… is Christmas.
A restaurant where the lines of the uniform flow as graciously as the sequence of service.
All’s Fare in beer and foccacia.
Remnants of the Tartufo and sausage pizzas made for an exciting working-from-home lunch the next day.
The many faces of Monica Galetti.
My favourite is ‘Revulsion’.
The great re-opening (take four).
“Ms. Galetti, it’s genuinely wonderful to meet you, but my pigeon is getting cold!”
The European about town, Chapter Three: Padella.
“I would have wanted bigger portions”.
“Of course you would”.
The great re-opening (take three).
Crappy weather. But oh, to be able to dine-in, even it is out!
Aunt Claire’s brownies.
Lauded by Michelin-starred chefs, this is the recipe that got me into baking.
The carrot cake bet.
A wonderful cake born out of fear and a lost bet. Poor me.
