Author Archives: John Sloan

  September 2019 This places the class haute-cuisine act in this busy intriguing little city. It’s north of the river, off Parnell Square, in the basement of a literature museum (hence the name). The food is terrific, but it’s the service that … Continue reading →

Faulkner, William. The Sound and the Fury. Cape, London, 1929. F;8/19. My favourite course as an English lit major in university was American fiction. We had a wonderful professor and read and wrote essays on many terrific novels, Melville, Hawthorne, Dreiser, … Continue reading →

September 2019 Reading over the history of Fergus Henderson’s famous restaurant starting in the late 1990s, noting the persisting single Michelin star, and remembering my brother’s enthusiastic endorsement of the “nose to tail” idea, we booked ourselves for lunch here … Continue reading →

  September 2019 Casting around for where to have lunch we noticed this famous Parisian name, and when we looked at the menus decided to go for it in spite of being in the new capital of European cuisine, not … Continue reading →

August 2019 Distant recollection only of this quite excellent little bistro in beautiful Stratford. Knowledgeable commentators told us it had started a few years ago with good success but then doubled its prices. We found the food and service more … Continue reading →

August 2018 This nice formal-style Italian osteria is the high-end half of the taverna/pizzeria operation located centrally in town. It’s a classy room if you like dark wood, green muted colours, and a high ceiling. The table is a rough … Continue reading →

Gaston, Bill. Just Let Me Look at You. Penguin Random House, Toronto, 2018. F;8/19. (There could be plot-spoilers in this review.) I found this memoir profoundly affecting. Some of that is familiarity – the setting is the Canadian West Coast … Continue reading →