Steven Watson
Staring into the middle distance one Sunday afternoon an idea began to form. We can all go to restaurants and cheeky bistros, but how many of you are able to visit them sequentially from A to Z? Well, all of you I suppose, so ignoring this fact in the interests of a good story I've decided to tweak the nose of terror and actually do it. Follow me into a world of heartburn, swashbuckling adventures and deep concern over the right amount to tip. You don't have to follow me, you've probably better things to do.
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The rules: I eat food, I write about it, which may include references to the meal I've eaten. I start at the letter A, cheat for the letter X and finish at Zucchini Pasta Bar in a blaze of glory, hovering around 14 stone. There'll be a mix of accompanied eating and solo dining... no, don't worry about me, I'm fine eating food with someone else. (If anyone wants to tip Zucchini Pasta Bar off that I'm doing this, I won't complain - especially if it ends with free tiramisu.)