Meat & One Veg

There is something slightly ridiculous about a restaurant wanting Michelin gravitas and Jason Momoa glamour at the same time.

I don’t know if the owner recognises me but he is asking a lot of questions.

Nepalese restaurants are like buses; you wait for 43 years for one only to find out that the second one isn’t a bus at all, but a milk float with false advertising and a dodgy engine.

The village of Plaka sits above the water with the whitewashed houses, blue sea and mountains arranged in the background like scenery from a Greek island advert.

I’m conscious that I can’t write about every nice meal I have in every nice restaurant.

I’m guessing from the journey to Liverpool that I was too old for Creamfields at some point between 2003 and 2005.

Back in May, I was judging coffee in Bournemouth, surrounded by the usual collection of over-caffeinated, over-excited people, when Steve Ashworth mentioned Grace and Savour over lunch.

Our plans for dinner were simple; drive over to Stourbridge to collect a present and go for a quick, one-course dinner at The Old Wharf Inn.

I think Sheffield might be my new favourite city.

Linda Greaves, the fashion icon who is single-handily propping up the economy and who also happens to be my incredible Mother-in-Law, has a theory that the combination of Brummie cakes and a glass of cold white wine on the terrace of Trillium might be the…

“It’s only F1 Arcade” says Mike as I tell him that I’ve had enough of the flatbread whilst removing another nugget of sinew from my mouth.

It’s niche, but I am going to use the front of this review to say how much I dislike Canary Wharf.

I grew up watching Great British Menu with my Dad.