Yes, there are far too many food blogs. So honestly, I’ve not really got a compelling reason for starting this one. In fact, this may be my only post. I don’t suppose it’s even going to be particularly original hence the disconnect between the title and the URL. (theartofeatingalone.com was already taken).

But my friend Brett, food lover, lawyer, wannabe restaurateur and yes, blogger pointed out that there might be a self-serving benefit to writing a food blog. So this may be a little cynical – yes, but valueless – I hope not.

So that answers the initial question I’ve set. Next i suppose I better set up what might make my blog useful if not entertaining. And that I suppose comes from my own perspective on the consumption of food itself.

Fundamentally we all accept that sometimes the world throws you a load of crap and you just have to get on with it. In general I’ve been a very lucky person. Born with good health to a happy family, well educated and brought up to enjoy food as more than just fuel. As a long time food lover, keen cook and seeker out of company I’ve always enjoyed sharing the eating experience. In childhood it was the excitement of an Indian restaurant in the next town, the novelty of eating out nearly every night on holiday and the comfort of my dad’s fish soup on a Sunday.

Then, through my 20′s it was the exploding new British London food scene – Gary Rhodes, MPW, J-CN and all the ‘chefs = rock stars’ of the 1990s that fed me and my as yet unmortgaged and childless friends. In my 30′s I traveled far and wide, from LA to NYC, Singapore the Far East, sometimes for work mostly for pleasure but always seeking out the interesting gastro-experience, from brunch at Pastis to dirty Martinis on a roadside in Bali. As the food grew up so did my tastes.

All through these years I had many of my best food moments in the company of the love of my life. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen and as if that wasn’t enough, he shared my love of food. I enjoyed sharing every kind of sensory overload it is possible to have for many, wonderful years.

But looking back now it was for all to brief a moment, a seeming heartbeat of bliss, a mere taste of joy. Because then came the crap. [To carry on reading please pick up at * in the wp.me link below]