Bombay_Sapphire_Imagination_Bar_at_the_V_and_A

It’s always the case. It’s on your doorstep, it’s on your to do list, it’s easy to do something else. Joanna Biddolph discovers that the thought of one Bombay Sapphire cocktail made her tick off ‘go to V&A” on her list of things to do. Make the museum’s last Summer Camp Friday Late of 2011 (and visiting the Bombay Sapphire Imagination Bar) your reason for going.

Asda_Wagyu_beef_will_soon_be_in_five_stores

Wagyu, the world’s most expensive beef, will be hitting butchers’ slabs in five Asda stores later this year, making Asda the first UK supermarket to sell Wagyu. And it will be available at a price we can afford. How is it possible? And why Asda? Joanna Biddolph explains …

The French Brasserie Cookbook – Daniel Galmiche

Daniel Galmiche, Executive Chef at The Vineyard at Stockcross (and Relais & Chateau Rising Chef of the Year 2011) is a chef who knows about flavour. His French Brasserie Cookbook: The Heart of French Home Cooking is his hymn to the eternal verities – a good stock, simple but fresh ingredients, straightforward cooking methods and an honest heart.

Magners Specials

I’ve never been a fan of cider – it brings back too many bad memories. Most resounding of these is that of when, at the age of fifteen, in the queue to a scuzzy underage night in East London, my friend handed me an unmarked bottle of ‘White Ace’ that I foolishly took a swig of. Not believing that a drink could taste that bad – and all too aware of Tom’s reputation as a prankster

Brasserie Joel. London

A lot of critics seem obliged to say that Brasserie Joel is a great restaurant in the wrong location. It’s the usual snobbery towards hotels in genera,l and south of the river in particular. I disagree. It’s a great restaurant that happens to be in a hotel. Full stop.

Magners Specials

I’ve never been a fan of cider – it brings back too many bad memories. Most resounding of these is that of when, at the age of fifteen, in the queue to a scuzzy underage night in East London, my friend handed me an unmarked bottle of ‘White Ace’ that I foolishly took a swig of. Not believing that a drink could taste that bad – and all too aware of Tom’s reputation as a prankster – I remember wondering how Tom had managed to carbonate his own urine.