Lunch in Leeds with Stan Graham
http://ilparadisodelciboyork.com/our-new-leeds-restaurant.html Living alone I spend a fair bit of time planning my meals, from what to buy and when, to what to take out of the freezer and when. After my lunch at Il Paradiso, the new Italian restaurant in York Place, I can turn my mind to other things, as I’ve worked out that…
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https://livinitaly.com/cloth-hall-st-leeds I thought that it was about time I paid a call to the ‘other’ incarnation of LivinItaly known as Dough House in Cloth Hall Street, next door to the Corn Exchange. Whereas the original place in Granary Wharf is mainly a deli and restaurant, the emphasis here is on cocktails and pizza, so what…
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Sometimes I find food to be really complicated and I’m at the time of life when I don’t want to be bamboozled. It’s enough of a challenge nowadays remembering whether I should call a member of the distaff gender a woman, lady or girl without causing offence, let alone worry about what I should call…
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https://pizza-fella.co.uk/ The phrase ‘less is more’ springs to mind when reviewing Pizza Fella, the restaurant on Vicar Lane. I pass the place fairly regularly so thought that it was about time I called in to test their wares. Not only does the less is more philosophy apply to the decor but also the food, which…
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A few years ago when I was in fairly handsomely rewarded employment I spent a year living in Candle House, the round building in Holbeck Urban Village which looks like a stack of pizzas. It was a great place to live, only a couple of minutes’ walk to City Square and the train station, another…
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This lunchtime saw me take a trip to Simpatico, which is a pizza restaurant in Queen’s Arcade. We are so lucky to live in a city where the Victorian architects were so forward thinking as to build these wonderfully ornate structures in order to protect shoppers from the ravages of the Northern climate. I often…
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I don’t think that I have ever eaten so well as when I was a penniless student in London in 1969. I had a bedsit in Maida Vale which I couldn’t afford and would hitch-hike up the M1 back to Leeds every couple of weeks to get my washing done by good old mum. On…
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