I took my mother to the Queen of Sheba in Kentish Town on the recommendation of a workmate. It serves Ethiopian cuisine, which my flatmate once unkindly remarked must not consist of very much. Turns out he was wrong, they have loads of cuisine. Cuisine coming out of their ears.
“Do you think we’ll have to draw a girl or a guy?” I asked Carla as we walked down Regent Street towards our life drawing class. “Because I’m not sure if I can stare at balls for a solid hour.”
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 […]
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; […]
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 […]
“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.”