When Merivale announced they were opening up digs in Manly, there was a to-be-expected media frenzy. Everyone wanted to know the look, the inspiration, the menu, the drinks, how to get home if they didn’t actually live in Manly (hint: the ferry).
Perhaps they should have been asking what Papi Chulo meant. It might have given them a few clues over what to expect.
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Is there some cosmic law that says bad words aren’t allowed to be written about Gwyneth Paltrow? Like, if I was to mention her name and put it next to words that were anything less than absolutely gushingly in awe of the ‘refreshing normal’ super freak, will some all-powerful deity come down and smite me?
No? Are you sure? Then how can you explain THIS opening paragraph of a feature article about Gwyneth Paltrow, who is quite possibly the healthiest person on the planet and therefore the best looking 40-year-old you’ll ever see: Continue reading
“Shake the dice, and let me take you down the rabbit hole,” he says, offering me the dice with a cheeky grin.
We’re at the Beefeater 24 Global Bartender Competition Grand Final, and ‘he’ is Gregory Ian Sanderson, the Australian finalist competing in this cocktail-making event. Before me is an Alice in Wonderland-themed display of gin, perfume bottles, exotic-looking ingredients, a melting clock and a backgammon board that would make any Lewis Carroll fan proud.
Taking centre stage, however, is the reason I’m here tonight: several shot glasses are filled with the cocktail concoction that won Sanderson, from Eau-de-Vie bar in Melbourne, a place at the finals here in London. Continue reading
Exotic spices, artisan breads, and posh and disorderly patrons… Continue reading
Dear Twinings,
I have been addicted to your Earl Grey Blend since the age of five. It has seen me through exams, heartbreak, and lazy Sunday mornings. However, I may soon have to switch to another brand. Continue reading
The Skeleton Scribble 