We are regulars at the recipe box for our favourite coopycat recipe: Houston's Grilled Chicken Salad. Now we've found 10 more recipes to make at home (and let's forget austerity for a moment; this means healthier, too).
My first job as a new arrival in London was at BZW – the venerable and illustrious predecessor of Barclays Capital that had its offices in Tower Hill and London Bridge. And although I was based at Royal Mint Court, we spent a lot of time at the London Bridge office on Angel Lane - for work and pleasure, as it happened.
It’s funny how much going to the cinema has changed. What was once a visit to the 'pictures' to eat frozen ice creams and dodgy popcorn (while surrounded by hormonal teenagers trying to cop a snog) has transformed into a very grown-up night out.
I am eating soup that is so amazing that it's inspiring me to write something, just so I can talk about it. Never again will I throw away a Parmesan rind, and I will happily accept all rinds anyone would like to get rid of.
I remember the stir that Roast caused when it opened. For some it was around the beginning of the end – a.k.a. gentrification - of Borough Market. For others it was the question of why someone would go to a restaurant for a roast, rather then a pub. Finally, and on recollection most vociferously: is it possible for a restaurant to deliver top-notch roast potatoes to order?
No, you absolutely do not have to go out for pancakes tonight. You can make them at home. For real life! We have two recipes - one for those insecure about achieving perfect circle.
Bordeauxs have been suffering in the unpredictable weather of the last year. But a survey of the top merchants, auction houses and investment fund managers in the fine wine sector suggest that strong opportunities for wine investors and collectors are coming.
In case you haven’t noticed, this is an Olympic year in our fair city. That’s right, 2012 (pronounced twenty-twelve, rather then two thousand and twelve in the gospel according to Boris) is when we will get to see Usain Bolt break world records on a diet of chicken nuggets, while we pin our hopes on sports in which no other country can really afford to compete – roll on the equestrian and sailing.
Growing up on the north side of Tampa, Florida, The Melting Pot ('A fondue restaurant') was a familiar place. It was there I met my first fondue pot, and my love for it solidified faster than melted cheese off the flame. (Ugh, so, uh, cheesy. Sorry.) But then it closed, and that was that. Or so I thought.
You like to think it's still a month off. Guess what? It's not. (But don't fear, we've got you covered, um...in candy hearts.)