Brunch (well, beer and breakfast) at the Electric diner. Fun fact: John Christie used to work next door.
Taking The European for some Sri Lankan hair-of-the-dog.
Guildford Positano doesn’t have such incredible P.R. as ‘sexiest Italian restaurant in town’ or ‘kick-ass Sunday brunch’, but it does hit the mark by being a properly decent neighbourhood haunt.
Dishoom has an Irani café ethos of simplicity, humbleness and accessibility: with the exception of being able to simply get through their doors in the first place.
Please get out there and support my wonderful industry and the equally wonderful people who depend on it for their livelihoods.
A tray of snacks on my first morning in Dubai.
Wimpy is great, but I don’t know if I would order it again. I cannot even tell you why.
First up is this rather grainy shot of a burger on a plank of wood.
There was once an amazing Indian restaurant that delivered food to us. It closed for understandable reasons and then reopened.
The real triumph here is seeing this little local business giving it everything it can to stay solvent – just one of many fantastic examples around the country.