I am not an anxious person, but I do get a deep feeling of unknown dread every time anyone asks me for a restaurant recommendation. The fear is that someone will go somewhere I suggest, and hate it. After all, eating out in London isn’t cheap, and I’d be mortified if someone dropped their hard-earned […]
One of the most curious phenomena of the modern age is the rise of the multi-day, multi-activity hen do. Long gone are the days of a single night out in the local boozer, and not just because all the local boozers have shut down to be replaced with adult ball pits, cereal cafes and other […]
A few years ago I had my birthday brunch at Pachamama, Marylebone, where we gorged on ceviche and the (justifiably) much-hyped Pan Con Chicharrón burgers, and my housemate James got so drunk on pisco punch he accidentally broke our mate Chris’s arm.
Generally speaking, anything advertised as ‘all you can eat’ is to be avoided at all costs. After all, a surprise case of salmonella often offends.
Last week my pal Rosie and I visited the basement of The Blue Posts in Soho to eat at Evelyn’s Table. Rosie had already been a couple of months previously and was the one who had insisted we make a reservation; apparently it had been sensationally, jaw-droppingly, shit-tittingly fantastic, even though she got so drunk that […]
Bagged yourself tickets to Hamilton or Wicked? Here are all the best places to have dinner within a ten minute walk.
It was only a matter of time, but someone has gone and done a Harry Potter-themed magical yet unbranded wizarding world type afternoon tea. And not just any someone – you’ll find it at my number one favourite London bakery, Cutter & Squidge. (I buy a lot of birthday cakes from there and they are freakin’ […]
When it comes to eating out, sometimes the occasion calls for something a little bit fancy, even if your bank balance is calling for a Boots meal deal. In the spirit of compromise, here are ten of London’s best tasting menus under fifty quid, with the lowest starting at just £25 a head.
I didn’t have especially high hopes for Alcotraz, London’s new ‘bring your own alcohol’ cocktail bar. Tickets are ambitiously priced at £33.99 a head, begging the question, if alcohol isn’t included, then what exactly are you paying for?
Lads, I had my first ever Philly cheesesteak sandwich the other week and I’m still REELING from the experience.
