It’s the lamb which makes you sit back with a happy sigh. That sultry tangle of braised shoulder, irreproachably tender, is aromatic. Sumptuous. It tells you you’re in the right place, at the right time, with the right order. It is, by any criteria worth using, an absolute minx of a thing. But then soRead More
Well, this is long overdue. The local lack of anything like a traditional Spanish Sunday lunch has long bothered me. I don’t get that peculiarly British insistence on the Sunday roast. I don’t have that emotional connection to them that many do, that strangely predictable appetite for the same thing every Sunday, world without end,Read More