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 […]
If you’re into kitsch, you can’t go to Central London without visiting Les Néréides in Covent Garden, the French jewellery-maker’s flagship UK store. The tiny boutique on Long Acre is packed full of its whimsical collections, which range from pretty-pretty pieces from the original Les Néréides brand, and quirkier ones from its lower-priced diffusion line, N2, which is […]
Confession time: I hate raw fish. I hate the smell of it, I hate the taste of it, I hate the idea of it. My one lame attempt in the past to appreciate the stuff with an open mind resulted in a faceful of tears and smeary mascara after I unwittingly scooped up a whole swirl of […]
Billed as London’s ‘original Arabic den’, Momo of Heddon Street’s Food Quarter has been dishing out the tenderest, more flavoursome North African cuisine for over seventeen years – practically venerable by London standards – and still going strong.
My flatmates and I have this awesome tradition where on each of our birthdays we go out for steak. We wanted to try somewhere new for James I’s 25th birthday, so we went to the Bull Steak Expert in Holborn. I mentioned it was a celebratory meal when I booked on TopTable and – props to […]
I had mixed feelings about visiting Vinopolis, London’s three-acre temple of booze sprawled beneath the railway arches of London Bridge. It was bound to be very touristy, especially given its proximity to Borough Market, but I’d also heard excellent reviews from locals. Upon arrival we were ushered into a small lecture theatre with a sample […]
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 […]