New beginnings at Ponti’s: lunch with Stafano Ispani

Alan King talks with the owner and CEO of Ponti’s, Stafano Ispani, over lunch at the recently re-launched Ponti’s Italian Kitchen, Oxford Circus. Stafano talked about his vision for the future of the group. Having previously avoided Ponti’s, Alan is favourably impressed by the style of the place, the artisan produce offered and the quality of this authentic Italian cuisine.

McGuigan Wines launch The Shortlist

‘You’ve been shortlisted’, it read, and actually I knew that I had been, I’d been keeping a date free in my diary for months. This was my invitation to The Roof Gardens in Kensington for a formal(ish) four course dinner to celebrate the UK launch of the McGuigan range of award winning wines, The Shortlist.

King Prawn

Mark Hix and frozen seafood are not words you would necessarily associate. I still have trouble now. But here he is, in the smart and sexy underground bar below his Soho haunt, dressing that most prawny of dishes, prawn cocktail, for Birds Eye’s emperor king prawn launch.

Sex In A Cone

The Icecreamists, although a playful brand is anything but, these people are serious about ice cream! Sex, drugs and rock and roll, if it isn’t in their ice cream, it’s in their ice cream cocktails. Merging the innocence of ice cream with an injection of alcoholic sin, The Icecreamists have created a contemporary way to enjoy ice cream. Priyanka Kara learns how to create some of their recipes and gets the scoop.

Commonwealth Kitchen at the Commonwealth Club

Starting in June, on the first Saturday of every month, the Commonwealth Kitchen at the Commonwealth Club will be hosting a varied series of music and reader events. These will be accompanied by a three-course lunch or dinner designed by head chef Oliver

Underground Food Market in Kilburn

The sofa’s been shifted and there’s a woman selling cushions in the bedroom, where a DJ proudly points out that it’s the Tavares’ It Only Takes a Minute, which Take That later covered, playing over the speakers. In the hall, an ominous-looking palm reader flicks through tarot cards. This unremarkable north London flat, with an ice-cream van parked on the drive, is throbbing with food ravers.