ʽʽHi, I’m Benjamin Nunn – critic, gourmand and author of Ben Viveur. I like to eat and drink. And cook. And write.
You might have read me in an in-flight magazine, or a beer publication, but here on my own blog I'm liberated from the editorial shackles of others so anything goes.
I deal with real food and drink in the real world, aiming to create recipes that taste awesome, but which can be created by mere mortals without the need for tons of specialist equipment and a doctorate in food science. Likewise, I tend to review relaxed establishments that you might visit on a whim without having to sell your first-born, rather than hugely expensive restaurants and style bars in the middle of nowhere with a velvet rope barrier, a stringent dress code and a six-month waiting list!
There's plenty of robust opinion, commentary on the world of food and drink, and lots of swearing, so look away now if you're easily offended.
Otherwise, tuck your bib in, fill your glass and turbo-charge your tastebuds. We're going for a ride... Ben Appetit!
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Hell, sometimes I'm so soft I give fourth, fifth and sixth chances to shit that I ought to have emotionally written off years ago.
I'm probably the only person who still harbours hope that Sir Jimmy might actually be innocent and it's all been a terrible mistake.
And I might even go and see the new Bond film, even though the last one, Quantity of Suckedcocks, or whatever it was called, was a tragic waste of celluloid and there hasn't been a proper James Bond since Roger Moore.
'Go on Ben, give it another go', my persistent inner voice will say, 'everyone deserves a second chance, right?'
And so, in that spirit of generosity I decided to try eating a Wetherspoons burger the other day.
I hadn't had one for ages because they're so fucking awful and I'm terribly fussy about my burgers, but it had been over two years since I described them (in the very first BV post, in fact) as 'tasteless, gristly and lipid-lumped', so maybe things had improved.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
I ate some interesting things there, but my review thereof will have to wait for another day as there are markedly more important matters to deal with closer to home.
Like saving the Catford Bridge Tavern.
I'm sorry, Heidi Country, your sausage platters, Röschti and Raclette will all have to wait for another day.