BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN There is a quiet tragedy unfolding in the public houses and eateries of this sceptred isle. Not war, nor pestilence, nor even one of those ghastly craft ales now passing for bitter. No, it is a tragedy of mouthfeel. The tragedy of the paper straw. Cast your mind back, if not yet addled by the creeping conformity of the age, to the … Continue reading Gesture over Substance