A eulogy for the Sunday Times critic
As it seems to be the case this year, I opened up Facebook to see that another person whom I admired had passed away.
I knew about AA Gill from his reputation as an entertaining but scathing restaurant critic. However, I didn’t read The Sunday Times until moving to London in the early naughties. From then on I became an avid reader, flicking directly to Table Talk to read his thoughts on that week’s restaurant. He was witty, charming, scathing and deadly. A lethal combination as it is without being a writer.
I didn’t know Mr Gill. His columns were entertaining and respected. He pioneered the movement of the non-trained chef or writer writing about food. He said what he thought honestly about the places he visited, serving a main of sarcasm with a side of praise.
I’ll miss reading his charismatic wit.
Mrs Foodie
On Starbucks:
“Asking Americans to make coffee is like asking them to draw a map of the world”.
On gastropubs:
“Food and pubs go together like frogs and lawnmowers”