Steak, ash-baked neeps and tatties, marrow bone Lorne sausage and, in the top right corner, A Red, Red Rose. Of which I had three.
Hawksmoor does a good steak; Johnny Walker does a good whisky*. I was excited to be invited to a Burns night feast that Hawksmoor Johnny Walker threw. I found a meat-eating friend, donned my only tartan garment and set out to enjoy the evening. And did I!
With November approaching, this normally means one thing to me – looking forward to the various wine fairs that descend upon the city.
It might only be the start of October but things are beginning to look a little bit Christmas-y at the Pickering’s Gin Distillery. Pickering’s Gin baubles are back.
When I was a child, the crayfish premier – the start of the crayfish fishing season – was a hugely important date. On that date, or the weekend immediately after, parties would be organised: people invited, long tables put in gardens and living rooms, moon-lanterns and red paper garlands tacked…
