Generally my rule in life is, you can have dinner or a show, but not both. Not at the same time, at least.
Last week I read that the tenants of four luxury flats on the Southbank had lost their case against the Tate Modern, whose public viewing platform had impinged upon their apparently inalienable right to have massive glass walls in the middle of one of the busiest cities in the world without having to deal with […]
Brigade Bar + Kitchen is a social enterprise restaurant specialising in charring and wood-firing in an old fire station – and it’s smoking hot.
The best thing about getting older is having the money – and wisdom – to buy decent booze. Wine, for instance, was my tipple of choice as a cash-strapped student only because it offered the most bang for one’s buck, i.e. you could get absolutely shit-faced on it with change from a tenner. A decade […]
The last time I had food in a bucket was ten years ago when the fanciest hangover cure in town was a bucket of curly fries from Varsity, the sixth worst restaurant in Loughborough according to TripAdvisor at the time of writing. That is below Loughborough Baptist Church, which apparently has some sort of tuck […]
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I am not an anxious person, but I do get a deep feeling of unknown dread every time anyone asks me for a restaurant recommendation. The fear is that someone will go somewhere I suggest, and hate it. After all, eating out in London isn’t cheap, and I’d be mortified if someone dropped their hard-earned […]
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A few years ago I had my birthday brunch at Pachamama, Marylebone, where we gorged on ceviche and the (justifiably) much-hyped Pan Con Chicharrón burgers, and my housemate James got so drunk on pisco punch he accidentally broke our mate Chris’s arm.
Last week my pal Rosie and I visited the basement of The Blue Posts in Soho to eat at Evelyn’s Table. Rosie had already been a couple of months previously and was the one who had insisted we make a reservation; apparently it had been sensationally, jaw-droppingly, shit-tittingly fantastic, even though she got so drunk that […]
It was only a matter of time, but someone has gone and done a Harry Potter-themed magical yet unbranded wizarding world type afternoon tea. And not just any someone – you’ll find it at my number one favourite London bakery, Cutter & Squidge. (I buy a lot of birthday cakes from there and they are freakin’ […]
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.