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 ›
Another chain restaurant. What is going on one might ask! Your Doctor in a branded, plastic, modern, centrally controlled monstrosity? Should McSpigget’s Tavern ever open another, the world would be a worse place. However, (un petit secret mes amis) and… Read More ›
Churrascaria, a Brazilian concept for a restaurant. Whatever next? what happened to “the pub”, “the olde pye shop”. All these foreign eateries should be brought in line. Bah! However, your dear Doctor was pleasantly surprised that the fare on offer… Read More ›
Weather be blowed and humbug I say, one shall not be stayed by the rain! And so one ventured out into the blustery wastelands of Pimlico with one’s brolly today to return to the comforting, wooden interior of Grumbles restaurant…. Read More ›
One has returned to the old country and is glad to be here with brolly fully prepped. A glorious meal was had last night with one’s most entertaining chums. We ate, drank and generally made merry with a price tag… Read More ›
Gadzooks! Dearest gourmands, apologies. One has been remiss and omitted to regale you of one’s recent visit to The Old Ebbit Grill in Washington DC. ’tis located but a hop, skip and jump from the President’s House. Alas, I fear… Read More ›
Can one imagine a perfect summer’s day, by an idyllic boating lake with a warm breeze providing the backdrop to a delicious luncheon? That is the Boathouse restaurant in Central Park, New York. On this day, it was a piece… Read More ›
A brief sojourn abroad I find is good for the soul and broadens one’s outlook. So it is that I have crossed the Atlantic Ocean to the great city of New York. It is, dear readers, not for the first… Read More ›
What a pleasure to partake of luncheon on the terrace of the Goring Hotel. One might consider oneself bewitched to be seated in an oasis of calm midst the bustle of a calamitous major city such as Londinium. Truly, this… Read More ›
Good heavens! Why the deuce would one adopt “The Grazing Goat” as the name for an hostelry of good repute. Whatever next? “The Munching Rabbit”, “The Sniggering Tadpole”. Gone are the days of the “Queen’s Head” or the plain old… Read More ›
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