Gregg’s Table
“Ah, the 1970s. When an avocado pear was the height of exoticism, when cheese was meant to be cubed, pronged on a cocktail stick and paired with a chunk of tinned pineapple.”
Browsing: Eating Out
The Restaurant at RIBA
As I hover outside 66 Portland Place, the home of the Royal Institute of British…
Atithi
“It’s your birthday?” Pachry decried. “Then we shall go to Twickenham!” I was touched by his thoughtfulness, our erstwhile Sanskrit scribe was not known for his sentimentality…
Le Cinq
“The first round of amuse bouche were effortlessly placed before us by the smiling and tactful waiting staff, gliding gracefully around the dining room like ballerinas on a merry-go-round.”
CUT at 45 Park Lane
Steak is a powerful and composite entity – a steak is never just a piece of meat. I can think of few other foodstuffs that carry so much baggage, that have so much emotion and meaning coiled around them.
Pret a Diner
I’m in an empty hallway with soaring ceilings. In front of me, a staircase lined…
The Asprey Diamond Jubilee Afternoon Tea
“I chuckled to read everything on the menu, from the selection of speciality teas to the sandwiches – described as ‘Uber’ – but I reluctantly concede that if anything is ever Uber then this tea is.”
East Street
Street food fever is upon us, and with good reason. Both quick and cheap, the…
Le Gavroche
“If I concentrate, I can see it all in my mind’s eye. It’s the early eighties – 1982 perhaps – that apocryphal year for the finest Clarets. I’d say it’s November and wintry, cold and grey outside…”
The Quilon
Jonesy revisits the Michelin-starred Indian restaurant Quilon at Buckingham Gate, where “flavours dance in harmony on the tongue while the stomach eagerly awaits their company”.
Le Manoir aux Quat’ Saisons
“’Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all’. Really, Tennyson? I’m not so sure.” Gabrielle falls for Le Manoir aux Quat’ Saisons; her life will never be the same again…