Paris restaurant: Pramil
When it comes to restaurants, I'm not really that demanding. I want the basic ingredients to be seasonal and good. I want the cooking to show restraint: nothing puts me off more than an overly complicated plate. And I want the chef to have a heart that shines through in the food.
Sunday lunch at Holland Park
Tempting as it was to linger on the beach on Sunday morning, I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to visit Holland Park, an intriguing new garden center/restaurant that has been open just a couple of months.
A few days in Montmartre with Haven in Paris
I have a vision of my perfect apartment in Paris. It would be high up - stairs don't scare me - with a small balcony and a sweeping view over the zinc rooftops, punctuated here and there with church spires and glimmering domes.
Menu for Hope: Win a Paris food itinerary, bid item EU19
Each year, in the midst of the Christmas rush, I like to make a little time for Menu for Hope.
The Paris-Brest at La Pâtisserie des Rêves
Never one to miss a new Paris pastry shop, I made a taxi screech to a halt when I spotted La Pâtisserie des Rêves
back in September.
Ready, prêt, go: Eating on the run in London
For the school holidays, I took Sam to London to brush up his English. Well, that was the official excuse.
L'Ecole des Filles
The surreal extravagance of our last meal in Liguria left us with a quandary: how could any restaurant live up to that experience, which was all the more incredible for having caught us off guard?
Sunday in Liguria
When I want a complete change of scenery, I get in the car and drive for 40 minutes. As soon as we cross the border into Italy, everything is suddenly different: the people, the language, the music, the clothes, the coffee (especially
Time for mirabelles
When summer decides that it's over in the south of France, it doesn't fool around.
Les Cévennes, donkey and all
Les Cévennes is a region barely known to tourists and even less so to foreigners, and that's the way I like it. Even so, it would seem a tiny bit selfish to keep quiet about my latest holiday in those wild mountains between Nîmes and Montpellier, which was different but every bit as extraordinary as last year's
At home with Art HomeEveryone
has been talking about Nomiya
lately, and I was starting to feel like the only person who can't boast about having eaten at the ultra-cool temporary restaurant on the top floor of the Palais de Tokyo.
La Table de Claire: the aftermath
Becoming a bistro chef for a weekend at La Table de Claire seemed like a brilliant idea until I found myself facing a mountain of vegetables with my back to five flaming burners on one of the most stifling days of the year in Paris.
My restaurant début at La Table de Claire
I have often wondered what it might be like to cook in a restaurant, but until now had never been curious enough to actually try it.
I usually think of pissaladière as one of those dishes that it's best not to toy with too much, so when I saw that it had been reinvented for the Hi Beach by ultra-creative chef Mauro Colagreco of Le Mirazur in Monaco, I couldn't resist ordering it.
My feelings about Le Fooding
It was easy to scoff at Le Fooding when the movement first emerged in Paris ten years ago.