L’ETO Caffé is a small London-based chain of fancy bruncheries that seems intent on replicating the patisseries across the Channel: the food is delicious, the pastries are beautiful, and the staff are among some of the rudest and least attentive I’ve ever encountered.
Once upon a time gin was considered the top tipple of only maiden aunts and tottering grandmothers. It’s undergone a bit of a revival though, and now it seems that every other bar in London is serving up gin cocktails in teacups and jam jars and all sorts of twee-ass vessels. I’m not complaining though; […]
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The people behind the hugely successful MEAT micro-chain insist on a no-reservations policy in some of their restaurants, so the queues at MEATliquor off Oxford Street and MEATmarket in Covent Garden are usually the kind of length you’d expect in front of Jesus Christ in leper country. Fortunately, their outpost in Hoxton – MEATmission – does offer […]
I love wine. A decentish bottle is the cheapest, most sure-fire way to get completely and utterly wankered before a big night out, right? But apparently there’s this thing where you actually let the stuff slosh around on your tongue for a bit before sending it down to your long-suffering liver for processing. ‘Tasting’, I […]
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 […]
Walk in to any one of Paul A. Young’s caves of confectionary delights and you’ll be immediately overcome by the powerful aroma of deepest, darkest chocolate. Platters of individual mouthfuls are piled high in displays that would make Bruce Bogtrotter jizz in his pants, and an expensive hush blankets the room.
“So do you get many girls in your classes?” I asked the receptionist of the London Fight Factory over the phone. “Er, a few,” she said shiftily, “but definitely come along, everyone is welcome.”
The Old Operating Theatre Museum is a restored garret hidden away just up Borough High Street. You can only get at it by climbing three flights of mental-steep spiral stairs, which means that – ironically – the oldest operating theatre in Europe can only be reached by the able-bodied, but once up there there’s a […]