If the historian Oswald Spengler were alive today, Wimpy is the kind of fast-food joint he'd be eating in.
Even people who know absolutely nothing about British politics of the past two decades still know that Peter Mandelson once mistakenly referred to mushy peas as guacamole in a Hartlepool fish-and-chip shop.
Pret a Manger is the the mother of all pseudo-sophisticated sandwich outlets.
I find it absolutely mind-boggling that on our high streets there are more than 214 branches of Nando's, a restaurant chain originally started in South Africa by ethnic Portuguese refugees from Mozambique - but then I suppose
At what mute, inglorious juncture in the history of British cuisine did the "all-day breakfast" make its appearance?
One of the most realest meals there is in the so-called developed world is a hotel breakfast. I say this for a simple reason: no one - unless they are close to expiring - refuses it.
Wagamama has been serving a bizarre fusion cuisine - part Japanese traditional, part English nursery slop - for nigh on 20 years now.
To sit in Pizza Express is to partake in a mystic communion with the cosmopolitanisation of the Brit
I'm not altogether sure Christmas dinner is a meal at all, let alone a real one; rather, it is the focus of all the faith, hope and joy - as well as the transgenerational neuroses and psychic dyspepsia - that we load on to tha
Peace on earth and mercy mild probably aren't on most people's Christmas shopping lists this year - not if they're realistic.
If you're anything like me, you probably find the global dominance of the Subway sandwich chain bewildering.
Starbucks coffee is so bad I'll happily walk several blocks just to avoid drinking the stuff
I suppose I was looking for an archetype that no longer exists. A fusty realm of red flock wallpaper and piped sitar music.
If the fishing lobbies continue to hold sway then the tuna will go the way of the dodo
A visit to KFC: how can anything that tastes this awful be quite so popular?
Forget the Nobel Prize. What about the Swedish drinking song championship?
Scotland's reputation as a nation of "bevviers and swalliers", as the justice minister, Kenny MacAskill, put it, is under attack from the SNP.
Walking into the McDonald's on Oxford Street made me feel like Rip Van Winkle
Outside the pub on a wet south London traffic intersection, the prevailing mood is downbeat. But inside, although it's only 11.15am on a Tuesday, the atmosphere is lively. Lively and very old.
It’s goodbye to good old Riojas . . . and it’s goodbye from me, writes Roger Scruton
Reviving UK food production is impossible without undoing policies and laws hostile to producers
The British pub was once a mainstay of working-class morality
Next to Burgundy, all other white wines are crap
Is it OK to have a cocktail while reading the Quran
Argentina holds the answer to America’s trouble with wine
Midsummer haymaking is the perfect prelude to a glass of rosé
Bordeaux, the wine of Johnson and Hogarth, belongs to the English
The temptation of a good vintage Calvados is too great to resist