Articles by Daphne Colthard
Bob Tickler invited Conchita and her family and the Rusters to Conchita’s favourite restaurant Baia, a Portuguese fish restaurant in the Waterfront Mall and overlooking Table Bay. It’s peak season and only through Conchita did we obtain a reservation. Things got off to bad start when [...]
Second day/ a la Colthard
I too was pleased to be the vocalist of the National Rust jazz touring quartet. My last visit to Cape Town was seven years ago and I was interested to see how tourism has fared post-Mandela. I certainly endorsed Bob’s critique of business travel and the price charged, £3500, for a return [...]
Stress testing my regulars
Just as this week banks have been stress-tested we restaurant reviewers should visit regularly those establishments we recommend to ensure there is consistency of service and standard. This I did this week. I stayedat my favourite hotel in London, the Marylebone. Once the boxy Clifton Ford, now [...]
The Gilbert Scott/ Renaissance Hotel
Having only a narrow window to meet my cousin en route from New York to Paris I chose the Gilbert Scott restaurant in the Renaissance Hotel. It could not be closer to St Pancras station of which Gilbert Scott was the architect. It’s under the aegis of master chef Marcus Wareing whose group [...]
A la Colthard/Montpelliano
What is that mysterious alchemy whereby a restaurant survives for over 40 years? In Knightsbridge there are several Italian restaurants still flourishing that I visited for many years – San Lorenzo, Signer Sassi and not so far away La Famiglia – and yesterday I went back to another, [...]
A la Colthard / The Ship Chichester
I have long been a fan of Murrays restaurant in the Ship hotel but had never stayed here. This I did last Thursday when invited by Tim (Horsfall-Smith) to go to see Ivanov. We were also scheduled to have a National Rust editorial conference in the morning. With this in mind I booked the Cottage as [...]
A la Colthard / Andalucia, Worthing
I have heard only good things of Andalucia opened in 1988 by Manuel Quirosa and his wife Susan in the seaside town of Ferring just next to Worthing and when I went there yesterday I was mightily impressed. So many restaurant critics are London or metro driven that restaurants in the provinces will [...]
An out of town diversion
This week found me staying overnight in the vicinity of Oxford for a meet with a pair of girlfriends with whom I share dimming but fond memories of borrowing and yore (“Can I borrow your shoulder-wrap/blouse/brooch/high-heels/boyfriend …?). This gathering of the distaff clans inevitably [...]
A la Colthard : Providores
I have been stood up for various reasons over the years but this week broke new grounds. I invited a heavy hitter, Julian, in the property world for breakfast at the Wolseley. He called if off as his army son was landing a helicopter on his front lawn. “Oh come on, Jules, you can tell Auntie [...]