Rosa Jackson's Edible Adventures

A new chef at the Louis XV
It was potatoes that first cemented my friendship with Franck Cerutti, chef for ten years at Alain Ducasse's Louis XV restaurant in Monaco. 10 comment(s)

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. 3 comment(s)

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. 1 comment(s)

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. 8 comment(s)

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? 2 comment(s)

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 the coffee). 9 comment(s)

At home with Art Home
Everyone 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. 6 comment(s)

Au Petit Gari: a lesson in where not to eat
If my brief career as a Paris bistro chef has given me fresh admiration and respect for restaurant owners who care, it has also made me less forgiving of those who take the customer for an uncomfortable ride. 14 comment(s)

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. 6 comment(s)

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. 6 comment(s)

Pissaladière reinvented
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. 3 comment(s)

Lunch at the Abbaye de la Celle
I had my first taste of the Hostellerie de l'Abbaye de la Celle a few years ago when Philippe and I, with two-year-old Sam in tow, spent a few days meandering through Provence, stopping at all the country auberges run by Alain Ducasse. 5 comment(s)

Pizza in Marseille
For most people Marseille means bouillabaisse, the once-humble fisherman's stew that has come to symbolize the city's rich cultural mix. But, as we drove to Marseille, I had one thing on my mind: pizza. 3 comment(s)

L'Auberge de la Penne
I remember Benoît Poulet telling me that he let his chickens run free in the forest, with the result that some fell prey to hungry foxes. Idealistic you might think, yet it's this very quality that makes his restaurant in the tiny village of La Penne so exceptional. 9 comment(s)

Rose Bakery II
I like to think I discovered Rose Bakery before just about anyone else. 0 comment(s)