Searching in vain for chicken soup in Gothenburg.
No one in their right mind would ever visit a garage for the love of gastronomy, yet everybody who’s passing through seizes the opportunity to put something in their mouth.
Look beyond your nana to the mysteries of sherry.
Please, don’t tell me about your pious dry January.
It’s time for a new conception of acceptable female drinking, one that doesn’t cut the drinking short at half a glass delicately-sipped Babycham.
The wrap is still more fundamental to western Judaeo-Christian and Islamic culture than we perhaps care to acknowledge.
Burritos are mating with pizzas: 2014 will be another year of great food produced by culture clashes.
Red alert: “dry January” is no fun so drink selectively instead.
Jam is not a food – it is the food and no survey of the true eating habits of our commonwealth would be complete without spreading this good news.
The disillusionment of plunging a fork into something that claims to be a pie, and almost immediately hitting plate, is like no other.
You know how it is when you eat something just knowing it’s going to make you feel sick - worse than that, when you begin eating the sick-making food already nauseous, yet munch on just the same?
Here's a friendly piece of advice: a conscientious host should "exercise some ingenuity over the eats. It may not merely be a jaded appetite, but a connoisseur in food who comes to her informal party."
It's traditional for the US president to pardon a turkey every year before Christmas - and this year, the people are being given a vote on which one to save.
Mycological mayhem in Epping Forest.
"In Boston, I deliberate between the Fiscal Cliff with blue cheese and the Mark Zuckerburger."
The cheap food store doesn't care for PR, and prides itself on transforming communities, one Bubble Bobble Prawn at a time.
In 1958 the International Air Transport Organisation upheld a complaint by Pan Am that the sandwiches served by European competitors amounted to “a fancy meal”, ruling in future they must be “unadorned, self-contained and not include such fillings as cavi
There's plenty of marijuana-smoking and khat-chewing on my doorstep - in the park it's all good fun.
Beer can feel like a club that doesn’t want me as a member and I’m no Groucho Marx.
That food should be subject to the most ruthless commoditisation under late capitalism is only to be expected, but that we should for one second allow ourselves to enjoy it is a miserable and gut-wrenching experience.
There are precious few options left to tiny fish left in a sea of trademarking sharks.
For millennia, all pickles were living things, home to an invisible mass of microbes. Now they often only live in sterile vinegar - but we need to put the bacteria back, for the sake of our health.
To examine the photographs in Little Frankie’s with attention would be to rescue all these lived lives from the great shingly erosions of late capitalism. But let’s just eat junk food at low prices instead.
Marriage surely cannot be bought for the bargain price of 300 sandwiches, but a New York Post reporter is attempting to do just that. Sarah Ditum shares her recipe for true love (which oddly enough, isn't bread-based).
The Italians don't make it easy, but a sure bet is to choose a wine that grew up alongside the food you're eating.
Eating the last of the Sunday roast with fried rice on Thursday or freezing cheap berries as a winter treat feels, in a small way, like beating the system.
What should one drink with a steak? The answer isn't always obvious.
Will Self's "Real Meals" column.