Chabrot Bistro d’Amis
Chabrot Bistro d’Amis takes its name from the French term ‘faire chabrot’, an ancient practice…
Browsing: Eating Out
Le Caprice New York
Larry visits Le Caprice New York in the Pierre Hotel off Fifth Avenue, and orders a Shepherd’s Pie. Yes, you read that right. He travelled 3,400 miles across the Atlantic to order a British classic in a New York restaurant. He really did.
Alinea, Chicago
Alinea in Chicago is one of the world’s best restaurants. Marcus Wareing once told our Editor that he had “the best meal of my life” there. On hearing this anecdote, Jackie Lee couldn’t resist a hop across the Atlantic to see what the fuss is about…
Afternoon Tea at The Modern Pantry
This is not some sort of déjà vu-doo, The Arb has indeed visited, eaten and…
The Electrolux Cube, Belgium
Estella Shardlow jumps on the Eurostar to Brussels to experience inventive rooftop dining at the latest, hippest and hottest gastro-pop-up restaurant on the international foodie scene, The Electrolux Cube.
Fleming’s Grill
A restaurant should do what it says on the tin. That makes me sound horribly…
The Delta Cafe, Portland
Recalling her Portland food adventures, Jackie Lee chows down on red beans, fried okra and mac-n-cheese at The Delta Cafe, and waddles back to her college dorm like a southern fried glutton.
Cassis Bistro
The discerning Miss Westin dines at Cassis Bistro in Brompton, surrounded by the chic locals of South Ken, eclectic modern art and blackboards of enticing Provencial fare.
Afternoon Tea at The Mandeville
Unabashed modern chaps Douglas Blyde and Jonesy indulge in the Mandeville Hotel’s Afternoon Tea for Men. Steak sandwiches, chicken satays, ‘masculine’ teacups…and whisky on standby for emergency machismo.
Cây Tre
Our insatiable foodie and forager for London’s hottest restaurant openings, Mina Holland, meets visionary Vietnamese restaurateur Hugh Trung Bui at his Hoxton flagship Cây Tre, which he’s taking to Soho this summer.
Clos Maggiore
A young woman sits alone at a candlelit table. She flicks somberly through a heavy leather-bound wine list; her eyes fall upon the dark ink of exotic promises, but the seat opposite remains vacant…
Bocca di Lupo
Dark Knight of the Gluttonous Table, Douglas Blyde, unsheathes his rapier tongue and ventures into the badlands of Soho to chomp and imbibe in the environs of Bocca di Lupo. No plate is left unturned, no ice cream left unlicked.