Descending the escalator into the bowels of Moore Street, I was already breathlessly anticipating that first bite of cheesy Georgian deliciousness. A fanatic for the strong and savoury flavours of the South Caucasus, to say I had been thrilled to …
Pubs to the pandemic slaughter
An ode to the punctuational pint
Last summer I worked at a pub in Falmouth, Cornwall, right on the sea. From my position behind the bar, I could watch the activity of the world’s third-deepest natural harbour–cruise ships, naval vessels, paddleboarders, and the occasional millionaire’s yacht. …