Antico
“Recently, I happened to mention Bermondsey Street as a gastronomic hotspot to an old family friend – he scowled and looked at me like I was speaking in tongues.”
Browsing: Eating Out
Sake No Hana
When Sake No Hana first opened several years ago, I thought it was the headquarters of some murky secret society; it looked so mysterious from the outside. The external walls were almost entirely black and disconcertingly opaque…
The London Picnic Club
“Perched atop an office block, just down the road from London Bridge station, the Skyroom is the perfect spot for an urban roof garden. You feel like you’re one of the lucky few in on a secret as you look down over the rush-hour traffic…”
The Falmouth Bay Seafood Cafe
“The 143 reviews on Trip Advisor turned out to be spot on – praising Valerie Thomson for her outstanding preparation of the finest seafood, partnered with her daughter Vicky’s warm and welcoming front of house.”
The Balcon
“Old masters line the walls, providing a touch of clubby propriety, but the general tone is of a darker elegance than that. I decide this will be my new haunt when looking for late night refreshment in St. James’s.”
Osteria Francescana
“I’ve gone down the rabbit hole and there’s no telling when, or if, I’ll come out. In front of me is a dish that smells of freshly cut grass. Truffles and toadstools float in a thick pond of green, their tops covered with what looks like dried basil.”
Kimchee
“Kimchee is a mysterious dish that lies at the very heart of Korean cuisine. Korean cuisine itself is a bit of a mystery to most Londoners and indeed the English in general – unless you happen to live in New Malden.”
Mari Vanna
“There have been several Russian restaurants opening in the capital over the past few years, the latest and most elaborate of which is Mari Vanna, named after a legendary wise woman…” Larman, Larry and Jonesy seek wisdom from a corner of Mother Russia now residing in Knightsbridge…
Kettner’s Afternoon Tea
It could be considered discourteous of a lady to turn down an invitation for afternoon tea. Especially on a Sunday. A day on which indulgence is overlooked and all is forgiven until 9am the following Monday morning…
Bea’s Crawfish Boil
Hundreds of alien-like crustaceans were crawling around in the trays in front of me, pincers waving in the air, tiny legs clicking all over each other’s backs and bodies…
The Hill Bar & Brasserie
“The Hill Bar & Brasserie has the unfortunate status of being on the busy path one likely travels down to get to somewhere else…” So what made Gabrielle call in? Lucky for us she did, though…
Prêt-à-Portea at The Berkeley
Afternoon tea in hotels conjures up images of floral china cups, delicate cake stands and doilies. Well, not any more. The cake is about to meet the catwalk. One could call it a cakewalk…