I seem to spend my time in Hastings in little rooms eating lovely things. There are worse ways to spend your life, I suppose, and here’s the latest: the twice-weekly Sumisu Ramen popup from husband and wife team James and Ai. The town library, the Grade II-listed Brassey Institute, seems to looms over Trinity Street Read More
I wasn’t expecting to be writing about Winifred’s. Not so soon after the popup I enjoyed on its debut weekend last November, anyway: but here we are already, in its new permanent home in White Rock, thanks to the current round of Hastings’ restaurant musical chairs. Wavey Bar, which hosted that Winifred’s popup, has moved Read More
The sign outside Hastings’ Priory Meadow lists its high-profile residents. M&S, Primark, H and M. Boots, Superdrug, JD Sports: heavyweights of British retail. What’s missing is a flashing neon arrow and three foot high letters pointing to the place which has brought me back twice in two days. Something along the lines of ‘KHALID’S KITCHEN: Read More
Old Town’s Ladle feels like a little nook, one of those places you didn’t’t know you needed until you find yourself there. In this tiny room, lights trail and twinkle, and busy George St suddenly seems far away. The antique dealers, the ‘Tabac’-signed cigar merchant, the ancient timber-framed pubs, the chi-chi boutiques. Even the second-hand Read More
Chef Benjamin Cumberpatch isn’t one to let the grass grow under his feet. Only a couple of days ago he cooked his final meals at The Stag Inn nearby, and now here he is on Hastings seafront with his debut popup Winifred’s. Named after his partner’s great aunt, who loved her food as much as Read More
Sometimes, you meet someone who just really loves feeding you. Tonka: on the face of it, a little Hastings seafront cafe. The sort of place you might happen across as you walk the promenade, instantly feeling at home in this little room with its fourteen seats and windows picked out in plum, deep green and Read More
This blog is a very simple thing.
I won’t try to sell you any hand lotion, exercise programmes, coffee syrups or Patagonian nose flutes. You won’t find tips on dating, ‘wellness’ or yoga mats.
I write because I love it (and food, as indicated by my increasing girth). Greed happens to be my Deadly Sin of choice, but at least it is never shy of providing me with subject matter.Â
A simple thing, then: all you get is me wittering on semi-coherently about places I’ve eaten at; hence a ‘restaurant blog’ rather than a ‘food blog’, although there are a few recipes scattered throughout.Â
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.Â