Converting a carnivore at The Gate
“Ooh, they do fries,” said Mike, brightening up slightly as a plate of polenta chips went by, before being immediately distracted by a Nigel Farage lookalike at the bar.
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Sparkling Sundays on the Southbank at Skylon
It’s hardly surprising that bottomless brunches have taken London by storm. (If the promise of boundless booze doesn’t excite you then you can stop reading now. And we can’t be friends.) Unlimited alcohol does have its downsides though; I’ve stumbled away from more than one venue bursting with carbs and Bloody Marys, but not Skylon. […]
Twin tipples at The Westbury’s Polo Bar
The Polo Bar at the Westbury Hotel has hit upon an amazing idea. When you order a cocktail, you get two glasses. One full-sized drink for you, and one matching tiddly tipple for your drinking companion.
Pacific plates at Dickie Fitz
“It looks quite posh,” said the voice down the phone. “Are you nearly here yet?” It was the usual refrain from Mike and, indeed, anyone else foolish enough to arrive punctually at any sort of social engagement also attended by me. “I’m five minutes away,” I said, from the 55 bus, nine minutes away. “And go on in. […]
Unholy giggles at The Book of Mormon
There were a few horrified faces when The Book Of Mormon dropped its first C-bomb 30 minutes into the show, but, looking around, most of what I saw were people looking at each other gleefully, much like my pre-teen friends and I when Mr Tweedy shouted “you thieving little buggers” after the fleeing poultry in Chicken Run. […]
Asian opulence at HKK, my new favourite special occasion restaurant
Almost every time I go to a blogger event, the question is asked: “What’s your favourite London restaurant?”
Truffled tipples at City Social, Tower 42
The last time I visited Tower 42 was five years ago. Then, I rode the lift all the way to the top to Vertigo 42, a charmless champagne bar with not much more going for it than a spectacular view. These days, the view is even better, with the addition of such spectacular silhouettes as […]
Bandol: a love letter to the South of France
Bandol is the kind of place that would immediately spring to mind if asked to recommend a classy West London date venue, the kind that’ll get you laid without making you look like a pretentious wanker.
Wok ‘n rolls at School of Wok Covent Garden
Mike and I have a system: I cook, and he washes up. It works extremely well – I hate cleaning, and Mike can’t even chop an onion without a) nearly lopping a finger off and b) bursting into tears. (Sensitive eyes, apparently.)
Friday night dim sum at Yauatcha Soho
It was the best prawn thing I’d ever eaten.
