• Jaboulet wine dinner at The Cross, Kenilworth

    It is 2010 and someone tells me I will get an outstanding lunch if I go to Coventry. And it doesn’t end there. I am informed that the culinary delights will be complemented by wines that would make a Mayfair sommelier weep into his ridiculously oversized decanter. What do I tell this gastronomic soothsayer? I tell him the only thing that …

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  • Dining at St John’s College, Cambridge

    Steamed, wet vegetables, baked beans, lots of baked beans, pies in tin foil, room temperature yoghurts, Mother’s Pride bread, plastic chairs… That is pretty much my memory of dining in halls at university. It was the 80s; it rained a lot; students had big hair; it was Hull. In fact, “dining …

    The Bridge of Sighs at St John's College
  • Dim sum at A Wong, London – and dream confrontation

    I am meeting some colleagues in London to discuss a visit to China last year so I suggest, naturally, that we convene at a Chinese restaurant. I selflessly flag up A Wong, which I have wanted to visit since The Guardian’s Marina O’Loughlin gave it her seal of approval a couple of years ago. O’Loughlin has …

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  • Tonight, I’m a rock ‘n’ roll star… on a Greek oasis

    The last time I lazed on this beach, backed by rich, ochre cliffs and tumbling trees, it was virtually deserted. On a busy day there were perhaps 20 fellow sun-worshippers, slicked with Factor 1 Ambre Solaire tanning oil, in various states of undress. I spent hours looking over the clear …

    The east coast of Alonissos
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Jaboulet wine dinner at The Cross, Kenilworth

It is 2010 and someone tells me I will get an outstanding lunch if I go to Coventry. And it doesn’t end there. I am informed that the culinary delights will be complemented by wines that would make a Mayfair sommelier weep into his ridiculously oversized decanter. What do I tell this gastronomic soothsayer? I tell him the only thing that …

The Bridge of Sighs at St John's College

Dining at St John’s College, Cambridge

Steamed, wet vegetables, baked beans, lots of baked beans, pies in tin foil, room temperature yoghurts, Mother’s Pride bread, plastic chairs… That is pretty much my memory of dining in halls at university. It was the 80s; it rained a lot; students had big hair; it was Hull. In fact, “dining …