Fast, good and cheap: L’Atelier de Joel Rubuchon’s new Michelin-starred L’unch menu
The Squash. The Beef. The Tart. It read like a haiku from a Post-Modernist remake of Beauty and the Beast, but it was, in fact, my lunch.
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Drinking in the dark with Pitch Black
The latest addition to Covent Garden’s burgeoning cocktail scene involving sipping mystery tipples in pitch darkness.
WIN: A luxury male grooming experience worth £155 with Murdock
Win yourself – or a manly friend – the ultimate male grooming experience with the immaculately coiffed guys at Murdock London.
Crampons and clippers: an afternoon off in the West End
There’s nothing nicer that taking a Friday afternoon off work. Especially when you’re going ice climbing, getting your beard did and beating the queues at one of Soho’s hottest new restaurants.
A taste of Smith and Wollensky at the Adelphi Bar
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.
G & Tea at Mr Fogg’s Gin Parlour
“I bet the blokes who work here get laid a lot,” muttered Carla behind me, as we clambered up the very steep steps of Mr Fogg’s Gin Parlour.
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.
Fun and game: wild food at Native, Covent Garden
Native is my absolute new favourite restaurant, and it’s just around the corner from my new office. I’m very smug about this.
DIY duck & waffle at School of Wok
I’m proud to announce that duck and waffle, so delicious it has a restaurant named after it, is the latest dish in the Gibson culinary repertoire. It’s a bit fancier than my other specialties (oven chips, sausage sandwiches, eggy bread, etc.) – but, as Carla and I found at School of Wok last week, it’s […]
Wok ‘n rolls at School of Wok Covent Garden
Mike and I have a system: I cook, and he washes up. It works extremely well – I hate cleaning, and Mike can’t even chop an onion without a) nearly lopping a finger off and b) bursting into tears. (Sensitive eyes, apparently.)
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