Sit yourself down in the Great Hall and listen to a dream I had. In it I am sitting on the high throne of Oswald, King of Northumbria in its 7th century golden age. In my hand is a green glass claw beaker that is two centuries older. I am sipping mellow Tacnbora whisky; it signifies ‘standard bearer’ and is a taste of things to come at Ad Gefrin, Brittonic for ‘By the Hill of Goats”.

The Northumbrian hierarchy, who built this summer palace in a place now known as Yeavering, fed off portentous dreams. These foretold the Vikings sailing in to ravage their region. You know, the sacking of Lindisfarne, then the monks, who fled with the body of their bishop, St Cuthbert, and eventually founded Durham, in whose cathedral he lies. Such a rich history in this corner of North East England.

Now my dream dissolves, though the taste of Tacnbora lingers long. It is a blend of Scottish and Irish whiskies that is holding the fort while the Ad Gefrin (pronounced ad-jef-rin) brand’s own single malts come on stream. An ‘usquebaugh’ to usurp the traditional monopoly in these isles of the Scots versions.

Why Ad Gefrin holds a mirror to Northumbrian history

Fascinatingly this family-run fledgling distillery in Wooler, which opened in 2023, has its own Anglo-Saxon Museum/Visitor Experience attached and the throne is just a re-enactment prop; the beaker is on show here but there’s no way I’d be allowed to drink from the fragile ancient object which is on long-term loan from the British Museum.

The presence of this and other artefacts, some from the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust, is a triumph for museum director Chris Ferguson, a member of the family and an Oxford Archaeology DPhil. From the moment you enter the atrium foyer you are hit with a special timeless feel. Dressing up in Anglo-Saxon gear is not compulsory, mind.

The symbiosis of history and a spirit crafted from local grains and pure water is quite deliberate. The goat logo over the state-of-the-art premises links with the Venerable Bede chronicling the 7th century practice of a king being accompanied by a standard bearer carrying a staff crowned with a goat’s head,

Wooler, ’Gateway to the Cheviot Hills’ and on the St Cuthbert Way trail, lies just four miles from the Great Hall/Summer Palace site first discovered from the air in 1949.

The beaker comes from further afield and is a story in its own right. It is of delicate  greenish-blue glass, possibly recycled from Roman shards, with a double row of pincered decorated claws reinforcing it. It stands some 20cm high with a 40cl capacity. Imported from Frankish glass-makers and unique in the UK, it is undoubtedly a luxury object, certifying the status of the figure, in whose coffin it was found. This was back in 1775 at Castle Eden in Co. Durham.

(Apparently, you can live the dream. There is a UK firm that has replicas of the beaker made in the Czech Republic)

Being a words man, my favourite part of the Anglo-Saxon visitor experience was displays of kennings. These two-word phrases are most prominent in the epic poem Beowulf, but cropped up in humbler settings. The sea is the whale-road, warriors are shield-holders, wael-stow means slaughter place (battlefield). Speech itself is word-hord. Visitor-friendly does not have the same ring.

You don’t have to join Ad Gefrin’s ‘Corenkyn’ roster of members to get at a taste of this hugely ambitious project, built on the site of a derelict haulage yard. Take a tour and an informative tasting. The on-site food is excellent, too. Don’t neglect first to visit the museum and if the historical urge really is upon you book an off-grid whisky walk in the Cheviot uplands to see the crannies where moonshine distillers of the past such as Black Rory plied their rot-gut trade back in the 18th century. 

Contrast with the sophisticated equipment in the hands of head distiller Ben Murphy and his access to superior raw materials – Diablo barley, grown within 20 miles and malted in Berwick-upon-Tweed. Ad Gefrin’s own borehole provides the pure water needed. The hand-picked casks come from much further afield. Core maturation will occur in ex-Bourbon and ex-Oloroso barriques and, innovatively, in new Normandy oak hogsheads. Sauternes and Amarone barrels also feature. 

Serious stuff as well as a great day out. It is an hour’s drive north from Newcastle upon Tyne. If you’re tasting, sort a designated driver!

Sanjeev Kapoor, now in his sixties, is the subcontinent’s celebrity chef incarnate. The Mumbai-based telly star’s Mastering The Art of Indian Cooking is one of my go-to-guides to that vast country’s myriad regional cuisines. So, confronted with the new Dishoom Leeds Malvani Lamb special, I consulted the guru. 

He shares several recipes from the Konkan Coast around Malvan town, 300 miles south of the Maharastran capital, once known as Bombay. In context, no distance really; the state is bigger than the entire UK. Malvani Shrimp Fry, Fish Curry, Chicken Hirwa Masala and bone-in Lamb (or Goat) all share the coconut and souring agents such as tamarind and kokum to be found in Goan cuisine even further south. Given the location, seafood I expected; lamb less so.

The Leeds Dishoom version follows the template of a fragrant blend of dried red chillies and spices, ample ginger, onion and garlic. The gravy is infused with roasted coconut, cardamom, chillies, turmeric and pippali pepper. Surprisingly fiery. The upmarket casual dining brand has policy of introducing a unique special for each of its launches. At the time of writing it now operates 11 cafes and four spin-off Permit Room bars across the UK.

All are inspired by the Irani cafes in South Bombay that catered for the Parsi Zoroastrian community, long ago exiled from their native Persia. It is a colourful but dwindling culture and in truth none of the originals can ever have looked as smart as this Dishoom that opened on August 14. It is definitely the hottest ticket in town.

The immaculate re-fit, alongside the Victoria Quarter features cosy leather booths for families and groups to settle into, alongside a wooden bar at the heart of the restaurant. Vintage decorative lights, sourced from the mother city and lovingly restored, sit alongside bespoke lighting throughout the café, casting a warm glow that evolves from breakfast through to late evening. 

Start off with a bacon naan at brekkie, tuck into a Ruby Murray and house black dal at lunch and as dusk falls take every advantage of the Permit Room bar’s delights, culminating in a Samir’s Vice cocktail marrying tart pineapple and sweet strawberry with tropical Takamaka Seychelles Rum Blanc, fat-washed in coconut milk and dashed with cardamom bitters.You need never leave.

That was my inclination on our preview visit. This Dishoom doesn’t have the advantage of the Manchester version’s epic Victorian premises; indeed its defining style is Art Deco more redolent of Thirties Bombay. But it immediately shares the same vibrancy and has a story all of its own. 

Co-founders Shamil and Kavi Thakrar, who opened the original in London in 2010, have hd fun creating a myth for each subsequent Dishoom. Here it’s some shaggy dog tale from war-time Bombay (then a bastion of the British Empire) based upon the explosion on board the SS Fort Stikine in Bombay Dock in April 1944, which sent gold bars flying across the city. Legend has it that some of the missing gold was never recovered.

Dishoom Leeds reimagines the fortune made from the gold bars and glamorous mid-century details abound through  both interiors and artwork. Guests can read the full story on Dishoom Leeds’ website here.

The disaster is referenced in The House Rules emblazoned on the wall of the first floor main dining room dining hall: “No stealing gold bar”. As in other Dishooms the rest of these quirky admonitions are geared to the city they are in. Such as “No exchanging corn for meals” – a charming tidbit from Leeds’ history, where hungry patrons would once barter corn for their supper. 

The all-day dining roster (which does include a toothsome grilled corn cob doused with chilli butter) is fixed on Bombay comfort food inspired by the city’s cafés, grills, street stalls and family kitchens. But is also strays across the rest of the subcontinent.

Witness that slow-cooked Malvani Lamb. Accompanying is golden laccha paratha, flaky and ghee-rich, for dipping and a sharp onion salad. As always at Dishoom don’t ignore the sides. They are some of the best things on the menu – old faves such as the house chaat (fried sweet potato covered with cool yoghurt, pomegranate, beetroot, radish and carrot plus a tamarind drizzle and green chutney) and, of course, Dishoom’s legendary signature dish – black dal simmered for over 24 hours. New to me was a side of warm aubergine chutney, addictively sweet and sour.

To accompany, we had to try Kohra IPA, made specially for Dishoom by Leeds craft beer maestros Northern Monk, built to handle spicy food. I was more than happy with a Dishoom Margarita (aim for the smoky mescal variation)

A sign of the times, there’s a great non and lo drinks offering, even beyond Indian staples such as sharbats and lassis.

Dishoom, 68-78 Vicar Lane, Leeds, LS1 7JH.  It is mostly a walk-in café, with guests welcome anytime. Reservations will be available for breakfast and lunch, with limited evening bookings available from 6pm.

Flavours of home – a Maharashtran diversion

At The Guild of Food Writers Awards 2026 the International or Regional Cookery Book Award went to Indian Kitchens: Treasured Family Recipes From Across the Land by Roopa Gulati (Bloomsbury, £26). The Fortnum & Mason Awards judges went one further and named it their Cookbook of the Year. It is a wonderfully evocative exploration of diversity in food and in culture as seen “from the home front”

Take the Jewish community of Alibag. Roopa’s chapter on Maharastra takes her to this ferry port an hour south of Mumbai, where she meets Yael and Ralphy Jhirad for lunch. The Children of Israel, their Jewish community, here and in Mumbai, has been in India for 2,000 years after fleeing persecution. In recent decades many of its number have migrated to Israel, leaving just 5,000. In contrast to the Parsis, who number 60,000. 

The Jhirads follow kosher rules in dietary strictures and observing the Shabat. During Passover food made from fermented grains and pulses is not allowed and processed foods such as dried spices are forbidden, unless certified as kosher. Quite at odds with the pillars of Indian cookery? No tart-tasting tamarind or cooking, so Yael compensates  by adding lime juice, tomatoes or green mangoes.

This ground-breaking book (from an author brought up in Cumbria) and restaurants such as Dishoom unlock a whole world of Indian cooking that is a far remove from the curry house staples of yore. The Dishoom cookbook (Bloomsbury, £26) is a gloriously produced, food-led exploration of the the topography of Bombay, but for a more intensive dive into the specific cuisine that inspired that tome try Farokh Talati’s equally evocative Parsi – from Persia to Bombay (same publisher, same price).

Talati’s ‘day job’ is running St John Bread and Wine in London’s East End, but has promoted his take on Parsi cuisine in supper clubs, including one at Maison Bertaux, Soho’s legendary French cafe. The world surely is a melting pot.

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