As I stepped into the neon-lit, violently yellow stairwell, I realised I’d been tricked. I had accidentally agreed to go for dinner in a sodding multi-storey car park, again, despite the fact that I hate restaurants in car parks and, indeed, car parks in general. Nobody, except perhaps people who were once particularly low-quality teenagers, can […]
Monthly Archives: March 2018
If there’s one thing that turns me off a bar or restaurant (except obviously communal seating or the dreaded words ‘family friendly’), it’s a banner strung across the joint declaring that punters can watch the sportsball while they sup. I say ‘can’. In my experience, there’s usually little choice in the matter.
The only thing I know about Uzbek cuisine is that the last restaurant that tried it in London failed miserably and closed within six months.