Observations and rants of a hedonistic polymath who eats between meals and drinks between drinks
The Champagne barometer of fun and bubbles has seen COVID19 wash away the flagging 2019 sales of Champagne in Australia, to experience a fizzy buoyancy of consumption. Statistically it all started to turn around on Mother’s Day 2020, a… Read More
Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning could have been writing in celebration of Chardonnay when she penned her famous Sonnet 43: “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and… Read More
Increasingly restaurant wine lists are showing more inclusions of natural wines with their minimal and non-intervention philosophy. Within these include organic and biodynamic wines and the subsets of low sulphur wines and the rise and rise of orange/amber wines… Read More
Whether it is pizzas from heaven or burrito bombers there is a very clear and present likelihood of takeaway food deliveries taking to suburban air space by drones before you can say: ‘Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun’.
It’s very trendy to dine at the latest finger-on-the pulse chow house and be served their own roof top honey. And it is all well and good that folk are helping keep the busy European bee busy… Read More
When ‘Balls: the all-round cook book‘ by Aussie food divas Lyndey Milan and Loukie Werle was first published, some people thought it was a pretty provocative title for a recipe book. Move over girls. ‘The Testicle Cookbook: Cooking… Read More
When you’ve twice won the Jimmy Watson Trophy, the most prestigious and sought after wine award in Australia as well as a fistful of coveted international awards, striving for the ultimate…the best vintage results … is a very… Read More
Leonardo da Vinci described water as ‘the driving force of all nature’. William Claude Dukenfield (aka W.C. Fields) had other views on water. He is famously quoted as never drinking water because ‘fish fuck in it’ and also… Read More
‘Où sont les toilettes?’ Not an earth-shattering statement in the scheme of things. But pretty damned useful and important when you’re on the prowl for the amenities after a post-sale lunch in the 7th floor Terrace Restaurant of Paris’s… Read More
Disappearing into my cellar is a subterranean kind of bloke’s shed thing. It is cosy and womb-like in an igloo sort of way and not dissimilar, I’d imagine, to some Inuit holiday homes. Sandstone and concrete aided by… Read More
