Cabana
Cabana’s startling multi-coloured facade rears up at me as I approach from the west. Baby…
Browsing: London Restaurants
The Princess Victoria
Squally showers and insistent rain beat down a tattoo on the pavement beneath our feet. The glistening slabs, uniform in their grey municipality, are punctuated only by a discarded fried chicken wing here, a sad single shoe there.
Brasserie Chavot
When I visited The Capital about six years ago, I was blown away by the…
The House of St. Barnabas
A private members’ club attributed to a saint? Not as odd as it sounds, as Richard Clayman discovers the charity behind this London institution…
Outlaw’s at the Capital
“Outlaw’s at The Capital sounds rather dramatic, like a Sam Pekinpah Western. It is not; it is a very calm, well-mannered, perfectly turned out restaurant in Knightsbridge…”
Boulestin St James
“When a new restaurant opens in St James, critics from leftie-communist-vegetarian newspapers sigh heavily; they reach for the thesaurus to find a superfluity of words to describe what was an overpriced, mediocre meal…”
Launceston Place
“Launceston Place in Kensington is best known for being Princess Diana’s favourite restaurant. Tucked away in a pretty townhouse on a quiet street far from the madding crowd…”
Beagle London
“You’re in Hoxton of a Thursday evening. It’s time for dinner. One of two things is probably true: either you’re a hipster, so you don’t eat, or you’re in a Vietnamese restaurant, disappointed that you couldn’t bring your own booze…”
Obika
Estella visits the latest outpost of the Obika mozzarella empire on Charlotte Street, where she samples the finest white stuff known to mankind…
Pizza Pilgrims
Veteran American actor, comedian and director Mel Brooks reportedly stated “sex is like pizza, even when it’s bad, it’s good” and I am inclined to sort-of agree, although the focus of my attentions in this context falls on the pizza.
