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 […]
Author Archives: Nicky Richmond
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. […]
Pizzeria Mozza. Leaving me cold.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I was going to answer properly but I thought better of it.
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 […]
Parsons. On the nose.
posted by Nicky Richmond
It is the new year and I am determined to find a way to eat out without it getting out of control, “it” being not only the frequency of the restaurant forays, but also the food I put into my face. I am, in this quest, starting gently with Parsons. With its fresh simple fish […]
Bouillon Bilk
posted by Nicky Richmond
As those of you who have been bothering to follow my diet-change journey know, I have been trying to eat in a way that is more restrained. This meant going cold turkey (seasonal pun alert) on my restaurant reviewing. I’d lost my eating-out excitement and my tasting-menu tolerance. I was (and remain) happy to have […]
Under the influencer? Be honest.
posted by Nicky Richmond
An excellent article in Eater about viral food advertising (Cronut, anyone?) set me to thinking about so-called “influencers” and the sometimes grey area surrounding “paid for” posts and blogs. And by paid for, I mean receiving some financial benefit or thing of value, whether directly or otherwise. I set to thinking about the law in […]
When in Rome. Or not, if you are me.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I’m in Rome for a short break. Until a year ago, I’d have planned all my meals, looked up all the blogs, asked all my foodie friends and have organised my eating down to the last mouthful. I’d probably have had booked a little fine dining, interspersed with a few up-and-coming modern eateries and the […]
Dad, food and me.
posted by Nicky Richmond
Originally posted on The Food Judge:
My father really loved food. His Humpty-Dumpty shape until the age of 70 was testament to that and he always joked that he’d only be able to lose it if it was a matter of life and death. And when he was 70, he was told that it was just that.…