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May 18, 2013Food and DrinkNo comments

Update: As @MattTomorrow highlights in his tweet, Rosario Leggiero was once the General Manager of Polpo in Soho. Another mystery solved. Have you ever experienced a sense of feeling that you are somewhere you have been before, even though you know you have never, actually, been there before? Welcome to Zucco. Given how yesterday was only the second night of trading for this new restaurant, Meanwood’s latest sign of our “Village’s” transformation, it is hard to see how I could have been to Zucco before. But a quick inspection of, well, everything; suggests this restaurant has been modelled on another – Polpo of Soho in London. Now I need to be careful not to cast any aspersions. There may well be a genuine reason why

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There are times when I wonder if it is more hassle than it is worth trying to impose some kind of order to this blog (drunken, late night posts accepted). Such a time came last Saturday night, as, sat in Pinche Pinche in Chapel Allerton, Leeds – I sank my teeth in to the softest, most tender, lamb burrito I had ever eaten. With every glorious bite of lamb, cheese and salsa, my thoughts turned, not to plate but to this place – to how I was going to have to write, not just a plethora of complimentary phrases, but something slightly more critical. For across the table sat Lauren; and her near untouched plate. Food reviews, at least restaurant reviews have been given over

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  Intro: This is not a food blog. Until a week ago I wasn’t quite sure what this blog was about; that was until I decided to focus on all things family. Therefore, a review of a restaurant under the subject heading “Kid’s Meal” is not just about the quality of food enjoyed by the parents, but the overall experience of a visit for the family – especially our children. Any actual comment on food will be done from a general, rather than specific food blogging perspective. We booked our table at Salvo’s on Friday lunchtime for that evening’s dinner session. We tend to book for 5.30pm so that we can miss the post-work rush – whilst also avoiding any minor tired/hunger related tantrums likely

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You meet them. You fall for them. You think you’ll never be able to live without them. And then, just like that, you let them go. They let you go! Holiday romances are strange, intoxicating relationships that can last a week; yet still live in the memories for a lifetime. I technically fell for Amy over two “holidays”. Firstly on a long weekend in Glastonbury; then in a hotel in Shirley, West Midlands. She on a training course, me hiding from the world. Thankfully our romance lasted in to the real world, but tonight, memories of another holiday romance came flooding back. I first fell in love with Tipopils in Ma Che Siete Venuti A Fa, Rome. It was one of two bars I drank

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I have been selected to be one of the People of Leeds. I think it is an idea that was started in Sweden, where a different person each week takes over a twitter feed and tells the world – or at least the followers of that feed – about their location; their Leeds. Their Leeds? Going away from the city – to a favoured city like Rome – has made me think; how can I get more from MY Leeds? The plan is to tweet my way around parts of Leeds that I’m not necessarily familiar with, whilst highlighting the parts I enjoy the most. There is the obvious risk that it could end up as nothing more than an exercise in free advertising, though

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The difficulty of comparing bar beer prices is that it is like comparing blood oranges and lemons. One is sweet, juicy and refreshing – whilst the other leaves a sharp, sour taste in your mouth. I love the North Bar Group in Leeds. If you ever find yourself in the city I call home, then do make your way to the flag ship, North Bar on New Briggate. The range and choice of beers makes it a regular favourite of beer drinkers and writers alike. Thing is – I’d love it more if the prices were a little more pocket friendly. And that’s where the comparison issue rears its ugly head. This week I have been drinking beer in both Bir e Fud and Ma

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I love Italian food. I love it for its simplicity, its complex nature; the speed with which a dish can be prepared or the age it takes to eat a sumptuous feast. It is the often, contradictory nature that appeals so much – for there is a meal, a dish or a taste sensation for whichever mood you are in; whichever mood you want to be in. Yet even though my shelves are littered with Italian cookbooks, or draws stuffed full or magazines claiming to offer authentic Italian recipes, I’ve started to question if what I eat is truly of an Italian origin; or simply a base note diluted by years of non-Italian “improvements.” It all started with a piece of veal, progressed on to

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Found myself in a strange town, though I’ve only been here for six years now. I’ve got questions in my mind. Trying to find a clue on Cookridge Street. I moved to Leeds for love. It’s true. The love was already in me; it just happened that the person I loved was living in Leeds. I was living in London. The long distance relationship was a pain. At the time I had agreed to walk away from a role – and was well rewarded for doing so. With the severance package in pocket I took a punt and moved up to Leeds. We had a house; I found a temporary job and started to find the amenities – the pubs, clubs, bars, restaurants and shops

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Welcome to my new blog. This is going to be somewhat of a work in progress to start with. I am going to need someone to design me a snazzy logo and no doubt teach me how to use WordPress properly. It’s also a rather busy time of year, so things may appear sporadically for the first couple of months or so – it’s just that I’ve been meaning to start a blog for some time and thought that if I didn’t at least set one up, I may never get round to doing it. Updates with links will start to appear on twitter as things progress. Expect plenty of nonsense on culturally significant nonentities, my disdain for anything new unless it involves food or

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