The people behind the hugely successful MEAT micro-chain insist on a no-reservations policy in some of their restaurants, so the queues at MEATliquor off Oxford Street and MEATmarket in Covent Garden are usually the kind of length you’d expect in front of Jesus Christ in leper country. Fortunately, their outpost in Hoxton – MEATmission – does offer […]
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Who would have thought that a station’s drippy underbelly would ever become the home of London’s largest and best-loved food market? Stuffed to the rafters with the assorted wares of the motley gaggle of traders, the place is a kaleidoscope of nature’s bounty, filled with fresh produce, cheeses the size of wagon wheels and meat from […]
I love wine. A decentish bottle is the cheapest, most sure-fire way to get completely and utterly wankered before a big night out, right? But apparently there’s this thing where you actually let the stuff slosh around on your tongue for a bit before sending it down to your long-suffering liver for processing. ‘Tasting’, I […]
My friend Maxine and I are huge make-up fans. Between us we own enough to start a shop, and our thirteen-year friendship has been built – at least in part – on a mutual love of slap. She lives in the arse end of beyond (Swindon), so as soon as she booked her train ticket […]
I don’t usually get to eat at places like Duck and Waffle at the Heron Tower, which at forty floors above ground is the UK’s highest restaurant. Reservations are hard to come by and the wine list is exorbitant, so the place is inevitably packed out with flash bastards who don’t mind spending at least […]
Walk in to any one of Paul A. Young’s caves of confectionary delights and you’ll be immediately overcome by the powerful aroma of deepest, darkest chocolate. Platters of individual mouthfuls are piled high in displays that would make Bruce Bogtrotter jizz in his pants, and an expensive hush blankets the room.
“So do you get many girls in your classes?” I asked the receptionist of the London Fight Factory over the phone. “Er, a few,” she said shiftily, “but definitely come along, everyone is welcome.”
In London, where you must cough up £25 upfront before riding a very slow Ferris wheel or a very high elevator, a pay-what-you-want walking tour is a rare and unusual thing. Obviously, though, you’ll be in for some dark looks and bad karma if you do turn up and leave without handing over at least […]
Much beloved by meat-loving Londoners, it’s no secret that Hawksmoor’s micro-chain of London steakhouses serves up some of the best beef in the capital. The staff are knowledgeable, the sides are generously proportioned, and the slabs of cow, which are available in vast, sharing sizes for the communally-minded and/or extremely gluttonous, are mouth-wateringly melty.
The Old Operating Theatre Museum is a restored garret hidden away just up Borough High Street. You can only get at it by climbing three flights of mental-steep spiral stairs, which means that – ironically – the oldest operating theatre in Europe can only be reached by the able-bodied, but once up there there’s a […]