Observations and rants of a hedonistic polymath who eats between meals and drinks between drinks
Whether it is pizzas from heaven or burrito bombers there is a very clear and present likelihood of takeaway food deliveries taking to suburban air space by drones before you can say: ‘Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun’.
‘Où sont les toilettes?’ Not an earth-shattering statement in the scheme of things. But pretty damned useful and important when you’re on the prowl for the amenities after a post-sale lunch in the 7th floor Terrace Restaurant of Paris’s… Read More
Retail therapy has always been a good antidote for the blues. Mr Rudd was clearly sympathetic to that notion with his cash stimulus package. And if the budget has metaphorically put the boot-in there’s good gastronomic news for… Read More
In life I have a few simple rules. I don’t do: babies, certain suburbs …or heights. With dining I have some similar guidelines of don’t. I avoid restaurants that don’t take reservations, don’t take credit cards and have… Read More
