Another cuisine ticked off my bucket list thanks to Aladino’s of South Kensington, London’s first and only Alexandrian restaurant. It is also – along with Bandol – one of the best looking. The decor is almost homely – like someone took the TV out of their very posh, very beautiful living room and added some more […]
Monthly Archives: November 2015
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The last time I visited Tower 42 was five years ago. Then, I rode the lift all the way to the top to Vertigo 42, a charmless champagne bar with not much more going for it than a spectacular view. These days, the view is even better, with the addition of such spectacular silhouettes as […]
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Hooray for Verden, because the organisational clusterfuck conundrum of the season has already been rather neatly solved. (Well, only if you’re in reach of Clapton. If not, I have another excellent suggestion in WC1 coming next week.)
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Bandol is the kind of place that would immediately spring to mind if asked to recommend a classy West London date venue, the kind that’ll get you laid without making you look like a pretentious wanker.
I know a couple who have an adorable little tradition going: every time they go to Soho together and get smashed, they go into Prowler and buy a new sex toy. Isn’t that sweet?
Five o’clock in the morning isn’t a time I ever want to see, unless it’s a prerequisite to a transatlantic flight and two weeks somewhere sunny. (And even then, I need a good deal of airport vodka to make it through in a half-decent mood.) Five o’clock belongs to monks, milkmen and the mob; farmers and […]