As I stepped into the neon-lit, violently yellow stairwell, I realised I’d been tricked. I had accidentally agreed to go for dinner in a sodding multi-storey car park, again, despite the fact that I hate restaurants in car parks and, indeed, car parks in general. Nobody, except perhaps people who were once particularly low-quality teenagers, can […]
The only thing I know about Uzbek cuisine is that the last restaurant that tried it in London failed miserably and closed within six months.
The sheer quantity of interesting places to eat – and all the puff and pomp that go with them – means that most food-loving Londoners have a bucket list so long it would take a large windfall and unlimited annual leave to check everything off.
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.”
Despite a disastrous trip a couple of years ago, Goode & Wright is under new management and now offers
I arrived early to meet Lou and Rosie for dinner at Jikoni, ravenously hungry and riddled with the saddle sores I’d acquired from my new cycling regime.
I can’t say I was terribly impressed with Talli Joe the first time I visited, on the second day of the soft launch back in May.
