Choosing a restaurant to go with my dad is always a nightmare. He automatically vetoes at least 80% of London restaurants in one fell swoop by refusing to eat anything processed or go anywhere pretentious, which is, apparently, any restaurant serving jus or employing ostentatiously French wait staff. Fortunately, I found the perfect place in Flesh & […]
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“Good afternoon,” said the voice, as I picked up the phone on Friday. “I’m just calling to confirm your reservation tonight.” “Yes, we’re still on for nine. Two of us.” “Very good. The password is ‘coconut’.” And so began our adventure into London’s weirdest and most wonderful watering hole.
Healthy eating is something I’ve always struggled with. As a child I would hardly eat any vegetables, throwing tantrums over greens while my younger sister ate literally anything that was put in front of her. As I got older, concerned friends started to worry I was genuinely at risk of contracting scurvy, so I reluctantly started […]
The eight of us crept down the high-walled alleyway, nervously waiting for a gore-spattered spectre to lurch out at us from the gloom. The zombie apocalypse had started in, er, Wembley, and we were on a mission to bring clean water back to base. It was cold, it was dark and we had no idea […]
Billed as London’s ‘original Arabic den’, Momo of Heddon Street’s Food Quarter has been dishing out the tenderest, more flavoursome North African cuisine for over seventeen years – practically venerable by London standards – and still going strong.
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Before I went to the Design Museum for Paul Smith’s exhibition, ‘Hello, My Name is Paul Smith’, I knew next to nothing about the man except he likes stripes, flamboyant suits, and that I can’t afford anything he makes. (This was confirmed in the gift shop: £155 for a scarf. Bugger that for a game […]
There isn’t a whole lot of natural rock in Central London, but there are a fair few climbing walls where urban outdoorsy types can work out their wholesome urges. One such place is the Arch in Bermondsey, which can be found on a Saturday afternoon quite literally full to the rafters with lean, mean bouldering […]
“So do you get many girls in your classes?” I asked the receptionist of the London Fight Factory over the phone. “Er, a few,” she said shiftily, “but definitely come along, everyone is welcome.”