“Have you guys decided what you want to order yet?” asked the waiter. “Yes,” I said. “Steak please.” And laughed myself senseless. The waiter, who must have heard the joke about 50,000 times before, made a half-hearted attempt at a guffaw before asking how I’d like it cooked.
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Shoryu Ramen on Kingly Street is so new Google Maps hasn’t even got it yet, which is how I accidentally ended up at their branch on Regent Street. Luckily, the noodly micro-chain’s latest addition was just up the road, so by the time I’d ridden my boneshaker up Regent Street I’d only kept my dinner […]
There seems to be some sort of rule these days that says that the harder a bar is to find, the better it is. No watering hole is worth visiting, apparently, unless you must first tramp up and down the street getting more and more irate with Google Maps. Ironically, these places are always hugely popular, […]
“I’m going to a roller disco tonight!” I announced excitedly to the office on Friday morning. Almost everyone stopped what they were doing to congratulate me on my excellent choice of Friday night activity and to show me Facebook photos of their own trips to London’s only permanent skating rink in Vauxhall, everyone in varying states of […]
We’ve just been paid and there are two long weekends coming up. What’re you doing? If the answer is anything less than a month-long orgy of pre-summer fun, here are some ideas to tickle even the most particular of pickles.
My father, who famously eats almost anything, once told me that eating oysters is like “swallowing a cup of cold snot”. He is not wrong, I’ve tried them myself. Until last week, though, I’d never had one baked, which turned out to be quite revelationary. A baked oyster is the smoother, softer cousin of the […]
The eight of us crept down the high-walled alleyway, nervously waiting for a gore-spattered spectre to lurch out at us from the gloom. The zombie apocalypse had started in, er, Wembley, and we were on a mission to bring clean water back to base. It was cold, it was dark and we had no idea […]
“Bloody hell!” said James 1, my flatmate and dinner companion, as he glanced down at the menu. We were at Pizza Union, a new pizza bar off Liverpool Street that offers ‘superfast’ oven-baked pizzas at suspiciously low prices. I looked down myself and, yes, bloody hell, the numbers on it really were very small indeed. The […]
Ask anyone what their favourite smell is, and 90% of the time they’ll say it’s old books. (For the other 10% it’s either freshly baked bread or the aftershave of a long-dead but beloved relative.) Everyone loves old books, even people who’ve only managed half a Ben Elton paperback on holiday since 1999, like my […]
Tucked away in Clerkenwell is my favourite cocktail bar. Which is a big deal for me, because I usually view cocktail bars with suspicion and distrust. Anywhere that waters down my booze and doubles the price just because some lunatic in a waistcoat has plonked it on a napkin and made a lot of washing-up […]