Food: Smart casual
Reviewing the Delaunay is like reviewing Nelson Mandela. You cannot be rude. This restaurant, a new sister for the Wolseley,…
Food: Eating like a Miliband
I came to the Gay Hussar for gags about the Labour party; to find some wreckage of its glory days.…
A dream of sorts
Into Disney World, where the mouse and the princess rule
Food: I have been here before
34 is the new restaurant from Richard Caring, the ‘Lex Luthor of Mayfair’, who owns The Ivy, Le Caprice and…
Food: Eat me! I’m French!
I am very fond of the Connaught Hotel in Mayfair, because I once saw Mr and Mrs Bibi Netanyahu breakfasting…
Food: Raiding the fridge
The new hotel W looms like a giant fridge over Leicester Square. They demolished the poor old Swiss Centre to…
Waiting for Dr Nasty
David Starkey is no longer quite as eager to show off his bitchy side, but he can be persuaded …
Food: Occupy dinner
What to say about Occupy London? I support it, because I always judge a movement by the quality of its…
Keeping up with Liz Jones
The confessional journalist who attracts more bile than any other
Food: The End of Cows
Wolfgang Puck, who is a globally famous chef, has opened Cut on Park Lane. Beef is Cut’s thing and who…
Food: Drowning in mustard
The St Pancras Renaissance London Hotel, by Marriott, is 14 syllables long, which is too many. The best hotels have…
Tanya Gold on food
Psycho griller
Food
Bad sex, worse food
Food: Mothers’ pride
Oslo Court is the Jewish mother birthday party venue, or lunch if the Jewish mother must be home in time…
Galliano’s not the worst
A mutated, modern anti-Semitism is all around us, especially among the liberals who ask why we keep going on about it
Killing comedy
There is a ban on comedy flyering in Leicester Square.
Food: Bistro battleground
The Hotel du Vin is a mini chain of tasteful hotels, usually found in ‘heritage’ cities — Henley, Cambridge, wretched Tunbridge Wells.
Food: Frankie Vaughan deserves better
The Savoy Grill is a famous restaurant in a famous hotel and it knows it.
Food: Rick’s place
Rick’s place
Food: Hampstead grief
It is an old London fairytale that there are no good restaurants in Hampstead.
Food: Blood and guts
Rules is the restaurant where Edward VII ate himself to death and, in a way, it looks like him.
Only prigs wear mini-skirts
The misogynist mayor of an Italian town has his sights set on the wrong target
In bed with politicians
Who on earth wants to know about the leaders' children, pets, kitchens and favourite biscuits?
‘I never talk to anybody’
Tanya Gold asks Sir Ben Kingsley about his upbringing, his new film, and drawing a line between reality and acting
All aboard the Bada Bing Bus
Can anyone name Tony Soprano’s horse?