In the 1910s, deliveries of London’s finest beers were made by horse and cart. Now, in Hackney Wick, breweries are staging a revival.
This Canadian version of an old standard is a good substitute for dinner.
It wasn't just the carrot cake that crumbled.
The slight lip around the edge is no mere bourgeois affectation; it keeps the food contained in its proper place.
On the pop culture podcast this week, we talk the patronising critical reaction to Ryan Adams’ Taylor Swift cover album, The Great British Bake Off, and The Lives of Christopher Chant by Diana Wynne Jones.
Then, upon my return, there it was! A visitation! A miracle! What a joy it is to be alive in Jeremy Corbyn’s Britain.
From astrology-based Tinder profiles to retail assistants masquerading as whimsical shop spirits, the city that never sleeps no longer has any self-awareness.
We English drinkers need no longer sip from the bitter amphora of agricultural inadequacy: we can have our wine and everyone else’s, too.
Let it rot, and keep your little microbes happy.
Dry, cloudy and still, sidra is the drink of the Celts.
Summer is the time for wolfing down crayfish on the coast in Sweden.
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