Brasserie Chavot
When I visited The Capital about six years ago, I was blown away by the…
Browsing: Eating Out
Casanis
“With its low lighting, shabby chic whitewashed interior and wooden chairs, not to mention Jill greeting guests with “Bonsoir!”, you could almost convince me that I was in France.”
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…
Le Marocain at La Mamounia
“Marrakech – a city of sounds, oscillating through the hot, dry, smoky air from the hoarse but incessant voice box of Jemaa el Fna. Bewitching, enchanting, hypnotising…”
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…”
Acting Up at The Ivy
“Lord Fellowes turned, I noticed an apron on him, and as he strode past I heard him utter to the maitre d’, ‘Two machiattos for table four’.” Larry dines in surprise at the hands of Downton’s finest…
Ox, Belfast
“The ox is one of those plentiful beasts who just keeps on giving. If we’re not using it for ploughing or threshing, then it’s pulling carts in India. If you’re not in India, then you’re probably eating the thing alongside a glass of Châteauneuf-du-Pâpe.”
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…”
