Slooshing through the snow on our bikes last weekend, Sean and I slid to a stop at the Bedford Cheese shop in Grammercy Park. At first glance it looked like a premium gourmet deli, and once inside, the sight of all that fabulous cheese immediately made our pockets feel lighter and our hips much heavier. But that was before I realised this was no ordinary cheese shop. Bedford is a place where both the original Monty Python team and the most discriminating cheese maker would feel equally at home. There is as much wit as there is choice, and the staff are happy to accommodate – they even offer classes, sharing the pleasure of pairing cheese with champagne, whiskey or beer. The shop is a library of lactic laughter, and in this exclusive genre the owner seems to have set a new standard for cheese appreciation. Charlotte Kamin is a tough act to follow – a visit to Saxelby Cheesemongers down the road did reveal something of the same vein, although I’m not sure what the big cheese would have to say….