Just laying there, eyes open, it’s not doing anything. When I approach, hand outstretched, its tail sweeps the ledge it’s … More
Four weeks of steadfast and dedicated plant-eating came to an end today – it wasn’t exactly what I dreamed of. … More
“Fuck!”, my heart hit the floor. I believed I’d failed, just approaching the final week of veganism. I was chatting to a vegan … More
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 … More
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.