“Don’t be angry,” he repeatedly tells me. I think he thought I was upset by his orders. He continually pleads. He walks ahead, stops, waits for me. He tells me again. “No angry. Little things in life, they make big difference.”
Peter Gordon’s Turkish eggs
Breakfast is the one meal that seems to divide people. It seems these days, increasingly, people just don’t seem to…
Tubular journey
A word about sausages.
Not bone broth, Meatstock
I met Big Moe Cason last week. He was cool. He was big. Not as big as I’d imagined though.…
My first steak since last year.
Four weeks of steadfast and dedicated plant-eating came to an end today – it wasn’t exactly what I dreamed of.…
It’s the vegan life for me!
“Fuck!”, my heart hit the floor. I believed I’d failed, just approaching the final week of veganism. I was chatting to a vegan…
A meat-eating vegan
I’m a meat-eating, sausage-making, blood-loving, porcine-fiend. I love the taste of salty, blistered pig skin fresh from the oven; I adore the…
A knife-maker’s many layers
It’s been said that a Damascus steel blade can slice through the barrel of a rifle. While this may be…
Yarning with: Hippopotamus’s Laurent Loudeac
Hippopotamus has long been one of Wellington’s best fine-dining restaurants, and that’s largely thanks to the man in charge of the kitchen. Combining his…
The Larder: suburban legends behind one of Wellington’s successful restaurants
Unassuming and understated, The Larder deliberately avoids the pomp of many inner-city restaurants. Frills and fuss aren’t needed when everything else is done so perfectly.
SUNDAY FUSS 