On a recent trawl for new tapas style restaurants to visit with the girls I stumbled across Churchill's Port House, a pop up affair on Soho's Greek Street. Not working in town anymore (or at all, in fact) means that sadly I am now desperately out of touch with all the new places springing up, so I was excited to see this temporary addition to the street I used to work on. A quick google of the menu promised a lot, so we booked immediately and after a quick free bottle or two

This Come Dine With Me classic with a twist comes courtesy of Rich being given free rein to request whatever his heart desired for a celebratory Father's Day meal. Apparently his heart desired a starter of snails in garlic butter followed by lamb Wellington with daphinoise potatoes and then a Key lime pie: all the essentials for a heart attack. I made it anyway. I bought my escargot at Borough market for not very much money, but was disappointed not to be able to find one of

Last time I went to Lemonia was my birthday last year when I revealed the impending existence of this little one to my nearest and dearest. We had a great time and came away thinking we had eaten really good, really authentic Greek food - between us I remember that the kleftiko, souvlaki and the veal chop all featured and were consumed enthusiastically. Having visited again this week, I can only assume that we were so caught up in the excitement of last time that we weren't a

I don't know about you, but fajitas are a regular feature in our weekday dinner repetoire as they are so quick, cheap and easy to do and you can almost be fooled that they are kind of a healthy option - they are not! If, like us, you have a blob of sour cream and a good handful of grated cheese in your wrap along with chicken, peppers, guacamole and salsa then sadly you're looking at around 500 calories. And I don't think many of us stick to just one... upsetting. So, this we

This post is wholly incongruous with the glorious summery weather we're having at the moment, but I feel it needs to be done. The only Jewish thing about me is the fact that I live in Golders Green, yet as soon as I feel that tell-tale scratchy throat or slightly raised glands, I get a giant chicken and roast it with the sole purpose of making a restorative soup with the remnants to stop whatever bug is thinking of invading in its tracks. Chicken soup has actually be clinical

Brunching is fast becoming one of my favourite things to do on a weekend. D&D seem to be excelling themselves at creating lovely lovely places in which to eat a selection of delicious brunch dishes whilst quaffing as many fizzy wine based drinks as humanly possible, and I for one am thrilled about it. Last weekend saw four hungry, prosecco hunting women descend on their latest outpost - South Place Hotel in the city - to take advantage of their very silly brunch offering, and