Raph Torrance
For most of us, Summertown has unshakeable connotations of exam stress, be it feverishly cramming in the sub fusc-packed Starbucks...
Raph Torrance
French food in Oxford is, whilst perhaps not the most prolific cuisine around (as that somewhat dubious honour goes to...
Raph Torrance
Modernisation seems to be an unrelenting force in the businesses of today, with each restaurant and café rolling out the...
Raph Torrance
When people ask me about my religion, about what I really believe in beyond all other things, I often need...
Raph Torrance
Many Northerners bemoan the dearth of good Indian eateries in Oxford, but this is a claim that’s certainly unfounded:...
Raph Torrance
Hello? Yes, is that Student Finance? Good, I’d like to – you what? What do you mean you’re not...
Raph Torrance
As the gnashing teeth of Jack Frost begin to bite you in the arse (and other extremities), the desire to...
Raph Torrance
Countless people say to me, “Oh, Gourmand, all this rich food and over-indulgence must surely take its toll on you....
Raph Torrance
Sometimes the life of an Oxford student is just not challenging enough. Yes, perhaps you think that the 3000-worder you...
Raph Torrance
“Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.” So said old Magdalenite Oscar Wilde and so trundles the Gourmand...
Raph Torrance
Exactly what sort of restaurant is Bill’s? It’s a question I asked myself as we stepped through the door, and...
Raph Torrance
Little Clarendon Street is perhaps the perfect location for a restaurant; not too far from the centre, just on the...
Raph Torrance
One cannot help but observe that eating is an innately social practice; student life aside, in polite society, one would...
Raph Torrance
Tucked away in the residential backstreets of Jericho, away from the bright lights and cocktail bars that line Walton...
Raph Torrance
As any self-respecting epicure knows, Saturday is Treat Day. But what of up this harsh, unforgiving week? Well, as...
Raph Torrance
Ah, January; the season of regret, false promises and an inbox clogged with offers from those smarmy bastards at...
Raph Torrance
“You boy, what day is this?” cries a finestral voice. If the urge to retort: “Why it’s Christmas Day, sir!”...
Raph Torrance and Tom Ough
Walton Street’s Mamma Mia stands out even amongst the blinding mélange of cultures to be sampled in Jericho, though it...
Raph Torrance
Books. Books, books, books. Here at Oxford we spend far too long staring into the occasionally overwhelming abyss of...
