Big news: I am Over the West End. Sort of. At weekends, at least. Monday to Friday, I work in an office directly across from the septic shit-swamp that is Leicester Square, so I’m used to nights out – both impromptu and planned – in Soho and Covent Garden. But whereas the area is a […]
I had made a grave error in wearing a white top for the evening. I could be forgiven, because we were going to Lahpet, a newish Burmese restaurant near London Fields. What do the Burmese eat? I hadn’t the foggiest. Yak possibly?
Worth £150, it’ll be the most unusual spa experience you’ve ever tried.
The food is a little hit and miss and the champagne is extortionate, but lunch at Searcys at the Gherkin is something special.
I haven’t blogged very much lately, because I’ve gotten a bit fat.
Naked men. What’s not to like?
A review of Lupins, London Bridge, or, ‘How I Learned To Stop Thinking Of Spring Onions As Garnish & Realised Their True Potential With A Deep Fat Fryer’.
A client once told me in a Paris bar that if you order an Old Fashioned, you’ll always have the respect of the barman. “Sod the barman,” I said, inwardly, because they were a client after all. “If I’m paying a tenner for a drink it’s going to be something I actually like.”
Last month I was treated to a gastronomic trip to Brighton, gorged on ceviche at Lima Floral and spent a small fortune on Iberico pork at Ormer.
The Vincent is a new venture from the guys behind the Sebright Arms in Shoreditch, which I remember fondly from my formative years as a Londoner because pioneering proper burger company Lucky Chip were in residence there. (Kids, you may scoff but in 2013 the pinnacle of the London burger scene was the 24-hour McDonalds […]
