London is expensive, and most of us can’t afford to go out gallivanting as often as we’d like.
There are many cabaret clubs in London,but Café de Paris off Piccadilly Circus is one of the oldest. It’s celebrating its ninetieth anniversary this year, which by London standards – whereby it isn’t uncommon for short-lived ventures to pop up and down in a matter of months – is practically venerable. Despite the club’s sparkling history […]
I’m going to come right out and say it: Breakfast Club Bingo is by a million miles the most fun you can have in London for a fiver. Or £5.75, I suppose, once you’ve added the DesignMyNight booking fee.
What if I told you there was something going on in East London sort of like the World Cup, but not shit? There’s booze involved, certainly, but patties instead of players, buns instead of balls and, er, gherkins instead of goals? And a democratic vote at the end in which everyone chooses the winner together? And […]
“This,” I announced to the Robert, the head chef of Clockjack Oven, Soho, after two glasses of wine and a faceful of its signature rotisserie chicken, “is the wettest bird I’ve ever had.”
There seems to be some sort of rule these days that says that the harder a bar is to find, the better it is. No watering hole is worth visiting, apparently, unless you must first tramp up and down the street getting more and more irate with Google Maps. Ironically, these places are always hugely popular, […]
“I’m going to a roller disco tonight!” I announced excitedly to the office on Friday morning. Almost everyone stopped what they were doing to congratulate me on my excellent choice of Friday night activity and to show me Facebook photos of their own trips to London’s only permanent skating rink in Vauxhall, everyone in varying states of […]
“Bloody hell!” said James 1, my flatmate and dinner companion, as he glanced down at the menu. We were at Pizza Union, a new pizza bar off Liverpool Street that offers ‘superfast’ oven-baked pizzas at suspiciously low prices. I looked down myself and, yes, bloody hell, the numbers on it really were very small indeed. The […]
Tucked away in Clerkenwell is my favourite cocktail bar. Which is a big deal for me, because I usually view cocktail bars with suspicion and distrust. Anywhere that waters down my booze and doubles the price just because some lunatic in a waistcoat has plonked it on a napkin and made a lot of washing-up […]
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 […]