After a disastrous evening out at Fed By Water, a really shit vegan pizzeria, I was reluctant to go out and spend my money on any more animal-free food.
Mike and I have given up meat for January. I know, I know. But my goals are a) to learn some new vegetarian recipes, to ultimately effect a less meat-heavy diet for the sake of the environment and b) to shed enough Christmas poundage to fit into something – anything – that doesn’t have an […]
Firepits, Thames-side views and steaming mugs of hot cider at the South Bank’s Rekorderlig pop-up.
I am so, so late to the Padella party, it was almost barely worth me turning up.
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The sheer quantity of interesting places to eat – and all the puff and pomp that go with them – means that most food-loving Londoners have a bucket list so long it would take a large windfall and unlimited annual leave to check everything off.
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There’s a common phenomenon in London wherein you find yourself in a restaurant’s facilities and think, ‘Ah. I’ve peed here before.’ I call it déjà loo.
Big news: I am Over the West End. Sort of. At weekends, at least. Monday to Friday, I work in an office directly across from the septic shit-swamp that is Leicester Square, so I’m used to nights out – both impromptu and planned – in Soho and Covent Garden. But whereas the area is a […]
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I had made a grave error in wearing a white top for the evening. I could be forgiven, because we were going to Lahpet, a newish Burmese restaurant near London Fields. What do the Burmese eat? I hadn’t the foggiest. Yak possibly?