The gastronomic eqivalent of ‘perfect pitch’.
There’s more to The Ledbury than four courses of dessert, but it’s a good place to start.
Revisiting The Fat Duck.
A title sadly not to be taken literally.
The trendiest of taverns.
God knows why they call it a tavern.
Damn, I Miss Cheltenham.
Full on, but in a good way.
That “Duck & Waffle” look.
Grown up drinks and childish food. A great day out.
Discerning Drinking, Chapter Twenty-seven.
Discerning Drinking, Chapter Twenty-four.
Eddie’s super-screwed sangria.
Discerning Drinking, Chapter Twenty-three.
“Cultivated in the shadow of a three-thousand metre pile of B.S.”