Liverpool supper club is a once monthly dining club hosted by Tom, Jo and Lucy, I’ve written about it before having first attended back in October. This months meal was their fourth and my second, it’s the perfect combination of great food, perfect service and a fantastic atmosphere. If you have any interest in food then a visit to one of their future meals should be firmly on your radar.
Sometimes I don’t like a meal because the food is bad, be it poor quality produce, bad cooking or flawed conception. Those meals are quite easy to review, you have such glaring mistakes staring you in the face, accurate judgments can be made quickly. What is less common, at least for me, is a meal that you just don’t ‘get’, food that is probably quite good and well made but you don’t like it. For me anything with kidneys is a great example, I find them really horrible, I’m not sure how people can stomach them, and if Paul Bocuse himself was cooking them for me I still wouldn’t like them. So when I come across food that might be quite good, but I don’t ‘get’, I struggle to draw any conclusions. Or, at least, accurate conclusions.
As you may have realised I’m a huge Heston Blumenthal fan, really I am. I have a couple of his books, one I’m constantly diving into for tips, tricks and recipes, I’ve also spent a small fortune on a meal at The Fat Duck with his second restaurant Dinner high on the list of places to visit. However as much as his restaurants interest me, they don’t really interest my wallet, my visit was a single lone treat, what really inspires me is his cooking techniques. Continue reading
The nights are drawing in, the weather is getting colder and all I want to eat is big bowls of comfort food, the sort that sticks to your ribs. The type of food that warms, fills you up and only comes served in massive portions, the type of food I like to eat all year round. Last week I made a huge pot of Oxtail stew, thick, rich and meaty served with wedges of crusty bread, it was the perfect foil for the night of whisky drinking it accompanied. Continue reading
Leaf is one of those places I like a little bit more every time I visit, I’m not sure I’m cool or trendy enough to grace its leather sofas, but I do my best to fit in, usually by prodding one or other apple device. Recently I had some very nice falafel there, and I’m always up for trying some new tea while eating a huge slice of cake. Last Monday was Leaf’s monthly pudding club, which is as simple and decadent as it sounds, turn up eat five courses of dessert with matching tea and leave with a rather high blood sugar level and an impending date with the gym. This was my first pudding club, and it probably wont be my last.
