The trend for upmarket American BBQ is showing no sign of stopping, which suits me just fine. It’s delicious, meaty and generally inexpensive, although certainly not the choice for anyone even remotely health-conscious. Unfortunately, it can be hard to pick out the decent restaurants from London’s ever-sprawling meatscape, where lots of places concentrate more on […]
I am a horrible morning person. I am actually writing this from the edge of my bed at the crack of dawn just so I could really capture things in medias res, and the upshot is that I am deeply regretting taking up the #EarlyBirdChallenge and making a 7am reservation at Duck and Waffle, London’s highest […]
I am currently writing this from my bed of shame and guilt after an epic episode of what my fun and fruity workmate would describe as ‘carbicide’. I’d gone along to the new branch of Vapiano in Soho with the ever-trusty Carla Juniper, and we’d accidentally eaten, well, everything. We had to be practically bowled out […]
Five minutes’ walk to the west of Highbury & Islington station you’ll find Sunday on Hemingford Road, which – misleadingly – is actually not only open on Sundays. And, regardless of its founders’ woeful grasp of basic SEO principles, it makes the best pancakes I have ever had, anywhere. Brace yourselves; I’ve got photos.
What if I told you there was something going on in East London sort of like the World Cup, but not shit? There’s booze involved, certainly, but patties instead of players, buns instead of balls and, er, gherkins instead of goals? And a democratic vote at the end in which everyone chooses the winner together? And […]
“Have you guys decided what you want to order yet?” asked the waiter. “Yes,” I said. “Steak please.” And laughed myself senseless. The waiter, who must have heard the joke about 50,000 times before, made a half-hearted attempt at a guffaw before asking how I’d like it cooked.
Shoryu Ramen on Kingly Street is so new Google Maps hasn’t even got it yet, which is how I accidentally ended up at their branch on Regent Street. Luckily, the noodly micro-chain’s latest addition was just up the road, so by the time I’d ridden my boneshaker up Regent Street I’d only kept my dinner […]
My father, who famously eats almost anything, once told me that eating oysters is like “swallowing a cup of cold snot”. He is not wrong, I’ve tried them myself. Until last week, though, I’d never had one baked, which turned out to be quite revelationary. A baked oyster is the smoother, softer cousin of the […]
“Bloody hell!” said James 1, my flatmate and dinner companion, as he glanced down at the menu. We were at Pizza Union, a new pizza bar off Liverpool Street that offers ‘superfast’ oven-baked pizzas at suspiciously low prices. I looked down myself and, yes, bloody hell, the numbers on it really were very small indeed. The […]
I took my mother to the Queen of Sheba in Kentish Town on the recommendation of a workmate. It serves Ethiopian cuisine, which my flatmate once unkindly remarked must not consist of very much. Turns out he was wrong, they have loads of cuisine. Cuisine coming out of their ears.