Real Philly cheesesteaks at Passyunk Avenue
Lads, I had my first ever Philly cheesesteak sandwich the other week and I’m still REELING from the experience.
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Fast food done good at Butchies, Shoreditch
Pick two: good, fast, or cheap. It’s a truism that applies to pretty much everything, but especially food and restaurants.
The Kitchens at Old Spitalfields are a cornucopia of culinary talent
Most of my mates think I’m a snob. And, well. I am a bit.
Hate waste, love The Social Pantry
Don’t let the pretty café façade fool you, there’s a lot more to The Social Pantry than meets the eye.
Buns that wow at Mr Bao
I’ve finally found the solution to beating the queues of Bao’s Central London steamed bun shops: head south.
Treehouse treats at Squirrel, South Ken
Like me, the people at Squirrel are sick of the vicious rumour that salads are boring.
Puzzles and pizza: a mystery at the museum and dinner at Zia Lucia
You may have read my post on City Dash, a large-scale urban wide game that tickled my housemates and I so much we did it four times in as many months. It involves running around bits of the city solving cryptic clues and evading guards in high-vis, sort of like a slightly more grown-up version of 40-40 Homes. […]
Bones and broth at Bone Daddies’ rock ‘n roll ramen bar
Ramen: it’s like soup on steroids. Bone Daddies, of course, is a well-established front-runner; its steaming bowls of noodly pork broth are a cornerstone of the unstoppable Asian street food trend. After opening branches in Soho and High Street Ken, and sister restaurants Flesh & Buns in Covent Garden and Shackfuyu in Soho, the BD […]
Making #MuscadetMagic at Billingsgate Fish Market
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 […]
Boxing clever in Brixton with Kricket’s Indian small plates
I made a joke in a blog post recently that invitations to south of the river are, for North Londoners at least, akin to a summons from Mordor. It’s not a very original joke, and, actually, it isn’t really that much of a joke, period. All Londoners are capable of being a bit twattish when […]
