Wine & Food
The Coffee Cup isn’t a restaurant. It’s a place where you can have food.
They are a great mystery and a great leveller; a simple thing that can be eaten a hundred ways.
They’re going to lose, one day soon.
Not all buns are created equal. So let me introduce you to the mother bun, the bun to end all buns: the morning scroll bun.
Jellied eels were London’s original fast food. That was, until the hipsters arrived in the East End.
Mrs Thatcher introduced the first bill to allow for Sunday trading in 1986; then the change ultimately happened under John Major.
It’s easy to forget quite how joyful strawberries are when you’ve been eating them for 28 years.
A guide for anyone stuck in the capital rather than a grouse moor.
The range of choice is turning us all into monsters.
He is eighty one, walks with a cane, and is a traditional sort of British gent. And he has never liked chicken.
It’s one of the great English contributions to civilisation, this mid-afternoon break for tea and cake.
This is a curry that says: this too will pass.
Greece is looking backwards to help it move forwards.
This cafe is bound to suck.
When I feel homesick for the sea, I bake this cake.
Brunch is neither one thing nor another thing. Better to stick with breakfast and lunch.
There’s a reason some of the most beloved items in our kitchen cupboards have survived so long.
At university we used to fill up paddling pools with the stuff. But where has Pimm’s gone this summer?