Dear readers, this is difficult. A confession. After which one may question your Doctor’s fine taste. Judge me as you wish. One has been to the opera. Sadly, not the Royal Opera House, nay not not even the ENO but an eatery festooned with twirling, opera singing waiters… Read More ›
It was a day which chilled one to the bone. The frost was thick on the rooftops and the thought of a hearty Sunday lunch was most enticing. Masterton’s research found The Rose, a gastropub with favourable reviews on the… Read More ›
In one’s distant school days one learnt the odd smattering of French and a particular phrase which became etched in one’s mind was “zut alors!”. One is now given to understand that this expression means “damn!” although at the time… Read More ›
Whilst meandering through olde London towne, one chanced upon Wolfe’s Bar and Grill. On a whim, one entered and partook of a dry Martini cocktail (or two). Upon departing, one decided to return another time to sample more substantial fare… Read More ›
Nothing is more satisfying than a succulent, juicy, well matured and perfectly cooked steak. When it is uncooked and served as steak tartare however, your Doctor is more cautious as the beef must be of the finest quality or disappointment… Read More ›
As one knows your Doctor is ever impressed by these foreign Johnnies who can really astound one with their culinary expertise. Should one find oneself in Parsons Green one might chance upon Cote, another branch of the French bistro chain… Read More ›
Your Doctor had heard tell of an Italian eatery of some repute. One could not leave such a stone unturned. So off one trotted with Fortescue limping behind. His gout playing merry hell and requiring a good helping of medicinal… Read More ›
“One simply must eat the squid” effused Pettigrew, “it’s excellent and it’s not that calamari rubbish”. When it comes to food, Pettigrew is an expert. He boasts a stomach to prove it! As you know dear readers, the enticement of… Read More ›
Up a back passage in one of the classier parts of London, just off St. James’s is a well concealed entrance to Davey’s Wine Bar. One of a London chain of wine bars with a traditional style all their own…. Read More ›
Another jaunt into the English countryside with one’s old Scottish chum Dalyrample. One visited The Village Gate just outside the attractive town of Wendover in Buckinghamshire. A short carriage ride from the bustle of Londinium. The greenery of the English countryside… Read More ›
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