Emma R. Garwood

I usually try to surmise at the end of a review, but let’s put our cards on the table: what is to follow is an attempt to do justice to one of the most exciting, most exceptional meals I’ve had in a long time.

It’s funny y’know, as the film industry looks to highlight the careers of Freddie Mercury in ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ and Elton John in ‘Rocketman’, I measure that no-one will ever be making a film about Kelly Jones. With 6 number one albums (only one fewer than Queen), a legacy of searingly honest songs in his catalogue, an accomplished guitar and piano player, I feel like we’ve witnessed one of the bastions of British music tonight. But Hollywood need not call – there’s 9000 of us in a forest in Suffolk that already know it.

..one of the greatest acts i’ve ever seen in my journalistic career, do not miss a chance to see this consummate entertainer, Gonzales, C.

She embodied her neo-soul heritage

10/10!

In short: they deliver.

8/10

T-Bone Tuesday!

Why wouldn’t you?

"A smart choice for food with mates, or an informal date."

Exquisitely sung indie folk harmonies with added new brainpower

This is altogether more personal, dreamlike and surprising.

Oh wait, what? It’s Valentine’s Day coming up…?

Good, hearty tucker

They’ve just introduced a phenomenal Mon-Thurs £10 curry and pint deal

Bestival’s huge, huge disco ball was a shining beacon of this year’s theme.

Bill’s wants to welcome you in. I mean, really welcome.

BBQ Eastwood/Crouching Tiger Hidden Chilli

There are two possible outcomes when you start your musical career at the fresh-faced age of 14...

We'd been lured down their hedonistic path with melody and dancing, like Peter Piper leading us headfirst into the middle of a Vice magazine double spread.

Like fast-forwarding through a montage of Great British Menu, they reference local in everything they do.

It was so jam-packed with meaty seafood that I thought there’d been a natural disaster and half of Lowestoft had washed ashore into my food box.

A shot in the arm for every veggie who’s suffered bland risottos while out to dinner with their friends.

I’m not trying to blow (hickory) smoke up their arses, but aside from the toothpicks, there really isn’t much to say against Dray Yard Smokehouse.