Everyone who knows me IRL knows that I gave up eating meat for January because I became very, very boring about it. BUT I did eat some pretty delicious shit, so I guess it was worth it.
The estimable Fay Maschler named James Cochran’s second City restaurant as one of her top new openings last year, and since we’d moved off the doorstep of the first one in Angel, we went to Liverpool Street before Christmas for an evening of that vaguest of cuisines, British tapas. (Which, in this case, translates to […]
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After a disastrous evening out at Fed By Water, a really shit vegan pizzeria, I was reluctant to go out and spend my money on any more animal-free food.
Mike and I have given up meat for January. I know, I know. But my goals are a) to learn some new vegetarian recipes, to ultimately effect a less meat-heavy diet for the sake of the environment and b) to shed enough Christmas poundage to fit into something – anything – that doesn’t have an […]
Firepits, Thames-side views and steaming mugs of hot cider at the South Bank’s Rekorderlig pop-up.
I am so, so late to the Padella party, it was almost barely worth me turning up.
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The sheer quantity of interesting places to eat – and all the puff and pomp that go with them – means that most food-loving Londoners have a bucket list so long it would take a large windfall and unlimited annual leave to check everything off.
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There’s a common phenomenon in London wherein you find yourself in a restaurant’s facilities and think, ‘Ah. I’ve peed here before.’ I call it déjà loo.