Truffle and tonkotsu at Kanada-Ya ramen bar
Kanada-Ya’s new Haymarket digs smell like some fragrant wonderland in which pigs spend their days happily rooting out truffles before ritually boiling each other alive.
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Risk it for a biskie at Cutter & Squidge
Hatton Garden is for diamonds, Brick Lane is for curries and now there’s a little patch of Soho that’s all about puddings.
Bones and broth at Bone Daddies’ rock ‘n roll ramen bar
Ramen: it’s like soup on steroids. Bone Daddies, of course, is a well-established front-runner; its steaming bowls of noodly pork broth are a cornerstone of the unstoppable Asian street food trend. After opening branches in Soho and High Street Ken, and sister restaurants Flesh & Buns in Covent Garden and Shackfuyu in Soho, the BD […]
Sri Lankan sharers and curried cocktails at Hoppers, Soho
Two days after Lou, Rosie and I decided that Hoppers was our next target destination, Fay Maschler of The Evening Standard gave it five stars in an uncharacteristically gushing review. Which was maddening, as it doesn’t take reservations and the queues were already a couple of hours long at peak times, even before a glowing endorsement from London’s […]
Feasting east with Verden
Hooray for Verden, because the organisational clusterfuck conundrum of the season has already been rather neatly solved. (Well, only if you’re in reach of Clapton. If not, I have another excellent suggestion in WC1 coming next week.)
Boxing clever in Brixton with Kricket’s Indian small plates
I made a joke in a blog post recently that invitations to south of the river are, for North Londoners at least, akin to a summons from Mordor. It’s not a very original joke, and, actually, it isn’t really that much of a joke, period. All Londoners are capable of being a bit twattish when […]
Lucky duck and 1p prosecco at The Black Penny Covent Garden
We needed to steel ourselves for the tedious task of buying Mike a new suit. My flatmate James 2 had given us strict instructions, but Mike was completely clueless about what he wanted (because he is a man), and so was I (because I am not a man). We ended up at The Black Penny, the newish […]
Meaty balls and sugar rings: an evening in Soho
…And that’s the one and only innuendo I’ll make in this post, I promise. We’re both better than that.
Head to Homeslice for 20 inches of pizza pleasure
Until very recently, I thought London’s biggest pizza was made by King’s Pizza of Caledonian Road, which sells its wares – not so much pizzas as great wagonwheels of solid heart disease – at £10 a go. At 18″ across, they offer pretty good value – financially if not nutritionally – although, regrettably, no actual taste. […]
Full fat done fabulously at Southern Joe’s Kentish Town
When American food is done well – specifically with high-quality ingredients and by someone who actually understands flavour – it’s a rather magical thing. I’m therefore pleased to report that Joe’s Southern Kitchen Kentish Town is a winner. Winner winner, chicken dinner.
