My first husband’s idea of wit was to exclaim, whenever the opportunity presented itself (surprisingly, gratingly, often); ”Anchovies? Smelly little fish!” The marriage didn’t last long, but if by some warped circumstance we had found ourselves strolling the markets of Vieux Nice last week, I should have been delighted to waterboard him with a [...]
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this poutine, not that poutine*
Posted in ingredients, overseas, restaurants, shopping, spring, tagged anchovies, poutina, poutine, sardines, Vieux Nice on April 13, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
spinny
Posted in Winter, overseas, spring, tagged Vieux Nice on May 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Am I nuts? This short clip was taken over a year ago, and in the depths of winter, yet it still reminds me of sunnier climes. I’m just getting excited about getting back to Vieux Nice: next trip I’ll try to snap some sultry summertime footage. Might be an idea to turn down the sound [...]
I ate dog shit…
Posted in Autumn/Fall, overseas, restaurants, tagged Vieux Nice on November 6, 2008 | 4 Comments »
…and I loved it. No, I wasn’t auditioning for a remake of Pink Flamingos, but as in the direct translation of the Nissard dialect’s Merda de Can and no, it’s not actually what it says on the tin, rather a gnocchi Nissarde made with swiss chard (blettes) and/or spinach, shaped to resemble its namesake; I doubt if the [...]
Scooby snacks
Posted in restaurants, shopping, tagged Fergus Henderson, restaurants on July 28, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Spotted at my local Saturday market: chewy snacks for the discerning doggie. Top from left: cow throats, pig trotters, “paddy whacks” – what’s that? Front from left: pig snouts, postman’s legs, honey roast bones Also on display were rinds, knuckles and shanks plus a wide variety of unidentifiable edibles for – and by – animals. [...]
of all the gin joints in all the world…
Posted in Summer, overseas, shopping, wine, tagged gin, Mahon, Menorca, Xoriguer on July 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
… we walk into a Menorcan distillery: undaunted by our desultory lunch at Cafe Baixamar we stuck to our plan and headed west for the Xoriguer Gin distillery tasting showroom, not much further along the Mahon waterfront. T had the purchase of a bottle of G in mind and I tagged along: gin gives me shivers and [...]
sopa Menorquina
Posted in Summer, overseas, recipes, restaurants, vegetarian, tagged Baleares cuisine, Ciutadella, food, Menorca, Minorca, recipe, sopa, soup on July 22, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Mr T opted for sopa Menorquina as his set-menu starter at La Guitarra in Ciutadella de Menorca one rainy lunchtime and its simple, straightforward heartiness really hit the spot. Unlike Cafe Baléar, however, La Guitarra is one place I wouldn’t advise opting for the menu del dìa; for although the restaurant has a great reputation for local [...]
strumpet in a sleeping bag (aka whore in a blanket)
Posted in ingredients, olive oil dough, packed lunch, picnic, recipes, restaurants, tagged food, olive oil dough, puttanesca, store-cupboard recipe on June 30, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I mean this most sincerely, it’s not some cheap trick to lure porn-surfers to my food blog; why would I want to do that? It’s wordplay on Pigs in Blankets but to satisfy those at the back, here’s an uncut image (for illustration purposes only, please) from the mind-boggling immeatchu blog. Not sorry to disappoint, I’m referring to [...]
Cafe Baixamar, Mahon de Menorca
Posted in Summer, overseas, restaurants, tagged Cafe Baixamar, Minorca, waiting staff on June 24, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Call me weird but I just don’t like it when my waitress takes such obvious offence at any punters daring to invade her erstwhile empty restaurant. I understand her feelings; years of food service taught me there’s nothing so intrusive as a damn customer when you’ve just gotten used to a bit of solitude. But [...]
Wong Kei rules
Posted in restaurants, tagged cheap eats, Chinatown, dining out, London, restaurants, Soho, waiters, West End on June 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’m slowly, surely, resolutely and absolutely regaining lost advantage. Time was, before my extended colonial (felt more like colonic) exile, the waiting warriors of the Wong Kei on Wardour Street actually recognised me: at my appearance in the doorway their faces broke into smiles, I was greeted with hellos AND priority seating – even on Saturday nights with the [...]
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