dinner parties

Aussie chef John Torode has become a household British name courtesy of Masterchef, peering over pots and inspecting food
All dinner parties are not created equally, and it can take real skill to intuitively understand what might make your guests
I'm at a party and have ended up talking to gastro-bores. Foodies. I can be a bit foody when the mood takes me, but this conversation, lubricated by alcohol and MasterChef, is getting out of control. Predictably, the group are trying to impress each other with wildly implausible meals - stuff they just "whip up" at home. Yeah right.
Wine drinkers of the world I have a challenge for you. Nominate wines that match every course of every meal of the day. It's not easy - especially finding wine for a fry-up or rice pudding. Forgive me for being smug, but with beer it's a doddle.
A week before I'm due to leave Australia, there's a bomb blast at the Safi Landmark hotel in Kabul, a hotel frequented by
I have been snubbed. At least, I think I have been. A few months ago, I tweeted that I was having two friends over for dinner
For my generation, travel is what sex was to the teenagers of the 60s. We think we invented it. We ignore the evidence that people have been at it for centuries and in an array of inventive positions using balloons and elephants.
Napkins are glorious and those who shun them are on a very slippery slope, as far as I am concerned.