Every major meal out belongs to a time and a place. The scene: a push-the-boat-out dinner with friends. Justifications: celebrating a milestone birthday of a dear friend. Raising a glass to a recent engagement and a new job. Hidden motivation: a London chapter in a couple’s ‘quest for the best’. The season: autumn in London. […]
Quest for the best
I now know where the beautiful people are. They’re past Times Square; past the shiny lights, sweat splattered brows, polyester pants and ‘five shirts for $11.99’. They’re past the clusters of hot dog-munchers with aprons of excess flesh that squat in Central Park and watch other people exercise. They’re weren’t staying with us in a […]
At the table next to us there’s a six year old. Adjacent is her brother. He can’t be older than nine. She’s in a sparkly spaghetti strap dress with an aquamarine wrap around her shoulders. Some how he’s shirked the men’s ‘jacket required policy’. There are many things I expected to see at Per Se. […]
Where does the line between food and art fall? That’s the take home from our meal at Grant Achatz’s Alinea. A little self reflection project, to chew over if you will. From the street the ‘best restaurant in North America’ looks and feels more like a gallery. It’s nondescript dark grey brick building with deep […]
Sydney’s gone a touch of something at the moment. There are lots of big name chefs coming in for the Sydney International Food Festival. But most people are going particularly googley over one guy. We’ve all got a touch of Fergus fever going on. Having eaten at St John, it’s easy to understand why. After […]