Cheese and Biscuits

I have come to the conclusion that all Italian restaurants set in old railway arches are brilliant.

As Brits, we largely think of no-frills budget airlines as a way of jetting ourselves off to sunnier places (or more accurately this year, just as blisteringly hot but with cheaper drinks) for our holidays, but are less likely to consider that those same…

Every new generation of Londoner has to go through the phase of being bewildered and bedazzled by the various lavish stalls and speciality producers at Borough Market, shell out a small fortune for a selection of wildly unrelated items they're entirely un…

Before I was able to assess the authenticity or otherwise of the food at Khao Bird, I could at least appreciate the ambient temperatures in the dining hall were at genuine Thai levels.

The St Katharine Docks are a very pleasant, picturesque and pedestrian-friendly part of London that deserves much, much better restaurants than they has hitherto been blessed with.

I'm acutely aware that a review of a (hitherto) obscure restaurant in a small town in Spain isn't going to be one of my most read posts of the year.

At first, you can't quite believe what you're seeing.

I have often come across menus that read better than they deliver - full of interesting ingredients and clever techniques on paper but not living up to the promise when the actual food starts appearing.

We were incredibly lucky with the weather on a mini-break to Somerset, in that it only rained some of the time, not all of the time.

I am never really in my comfort zone talking about regional Chinese cuisine.

First of all, apologies - to Dover Street Counter and readers of this blog alike - for the atrocious state of the photos in this post.

Sablé occupies the handsome 1930s public house that, most recently at least, was home to Neil Rankin's Smokehouse.

This time last year, potential sites for an upcoming work lunch had been whittled down to a choice between Lita in Marylebone, or Dorian in Notting Hill.

If it sometimes feels like Liverpool is short on quota of restaurants of sufficient quality befitting a city of its size (something that, fortunately, is increasingly improving), then it can never be said that there are a shortage of beautiful buildings to

In an ideal world this would be a post about the 'proper' upstairs restaurant at the Hart, a serious (though not by all accounts stuffy) dining room serving seasonal British food in the heart of Marylebone village.

The tradition of exciting, regional SE Asian food appearing above or behind unassuming pubs in London is alive and well.

Lots of potentially very well-respected global cuisines have an unenviable, constant uphill battle against the enshittification of their brand by High Street UK.

It's often very difficult to stand out from the crowd in Restaurant London, especially when - as in Firestarter's case at least - you appear to be serving the same kind of live-fire, internationally-ambiguous, ingredient-led menu that began to pop up all…

It's important to point out about Janda Diner that it's a very different restaurant at lunchtime than at dinner, and if that you only go for the short small-plates selection in the middle of the day you're not really getting the full experience.

I spent most of last month in Spain (see previous post) and although I'm happy enough to be back in cold, wet London town (honest), as the evenings really closed in I was in dire need of a reminder of sunnier times and brighter places.

Compartir, a restaurant in the seaside village of Cadaqués, has lots going for it.

The comparisons with my last post won't be immediately obvious, but within the context of their own chosen cuisines Josephine Bouchon and Dalla are doing rather similar things.

Last week, and for most of the week, there was a tube strike.

It's very often the case about the very top London hotels that despite the amount of money they have at their disposal, and the pick of whatever celebrity or otherwise feted chefs they can choose from, the restaurants end up being rather mediocre.

This was actually my second visit to Belzan.