My father loved food. Really loved it. Humpty-Dumpty till he was 70, he’d joke that he’d only lose weight if it was a matter of life and death. And when he turned 70, it was. So he lost just under seven stone in a year. No fuss, no messing, he just did it.
November
20
An invitation to my new home.
posted by Nicky Richmond
To everyone who has followed me on this blog, thank you so much. I have loved writing about food and restaurants and I met so many interesting people along the way. But that journey is well and truly over. I’m no longer writing here because I have different things to say and they don’t sit […]
March
07
Saying No to Norma.
posted by Nicky Richmond
When C gets on the train of disappointment, he likes to stop at every station.
February
13
Bubala, Soho. Middle-aged spread.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I knew I was chancing my arm when I said I’d booked a vegetarian in Soho. C said he would leave it to me to choose where to eat that day as “we’ll go where you want anyway” he says, not entirely without justification. But as we all know, I’ll leave it to you does […]
January
07
Riveted by the Kent Riviera.
posted by Nicky Richmond
It’s what everyone wants, isn’t it? A perfect neighbourhood restaurant. One that can always squeeze you in and where there will be something on the menu that you just have to have and where you will debate with yourself for oh, seconds, about whether you can justify the Tarte Tatin, which is supposedly for three […]
January
05
I do like to be beside the Seasalter side
posted by Nicky Richmond
And just like that. Note my pilfering of the Sex and the City title, not that I’ve ever watched it. Don’t ask me why, probably something to do with the title or the fact that I didn’t warm to the premise, notwithstanding that I love both clothes and New York. Like the whole Abba Mamma […]
June
02
Losing my Heart at The White Hart, Wytham.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I know. It’s been a while. I also know that I said I’d be writing about Oxfordshire restaurants. And I will. But it has been harder than I thought. I’m used to reviewing in the relative anonymity of London, where I can post an honest review, safe in the knowledge that if it is less […]
November
25
The Double Red Duke, Clanfield.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I’d almost come in summer as part of a little Cotswolds foray, before the glowing reviews, (look at me, ahead of the curve), but had to cancel, on account of having overestimated how much my stomach could actually absorb over the space of two days. Turns out that there is a limit. Even for me. […]
November
18
Pizzeria Mozza. Leaving me cold.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I was going to answer properly but I thought better of it.
August
08
Orasay, Notting Hill.
posted by Nicky Richmond
Can you possibly turn down the heavy metal, I say to the enthusiastic waitress? It’s too loud and I’m too old. This is the second time in as many weeks I’ve had to have the conversation about the music. It seems to me that it is there for the waitstaff (all v young and v […]
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