I’ve never been to New York, but I’ve known of the great American steakhouse Smith & Wollensky ever since I read American Psycho many years ago. As a discerning psychopath, wealthy protagonist Patrick Bateman name-drops hundreds of fancy brands – some real, some not – and S&W is one of them.
Steaks, cakes and cinnamon rolls.
I’ve never worked in the City, but I remember going out there many years ago with Gibson, because it was a good halfway point between my office in London Bridge and hers in Farringdon.
When it comes to lavs, I consider myself a bit of a connoisseur. From Sketch’s unisex egg toilets to the immaculate powder rooms of the Ritz, it’s nice to have a bog with a bit of character.
I made excuses to avoid last year’s Halloween-themed wide game from Fire Hazard Games, Shadow Over Shoreditch, on the grounds that I am a raging pussy at the best of times, and being chased by monsters in the dark holds as much terror for me now, aged 27, as it did 20 years ago.
As soon as we arrived I knew I could have cracked out a dress at least two octaves classier than the one I was wearing.
The weather is finally on the turn and I’m very excited.
I can’t say I was terribly impressed with Talli Joe the first time I visited, on the second day of the soft launch back in May.
Last week I wrote about how I’m trying to cut down on alcohol, especially the high calorie drinks which happen to be my favourites. Like wine.
It’s been five months since Boris moved out of the Giant Glass Collapsed Wang building and Sadiq Khan moved in. So far, so good; he’s already brought in a new nifty bus-hopping policy and thrown Donald Trump some serious shade, but, if you’re reading, Mr Mayor, I have some more suggestions to help make London […]
