Hutong
You’d never really know it until you’re up there, high above everything, but London sprawls in a way that shocks you, there is a shapeless morbidity to our capital.
You’d never really know it until you’re up there, high above everything, but London sprawls in a way that shocks you, there is a shapeless morbidity to our capital.
“I was to meet with chief mate, The Foodie Ed. and take on board a cargo of the finest seafood available this side of the Mariana Trench.”
On the plane the next day, my stomach and mind grumbled and struggled to digest what had happened. My head ached and an overwhelmingly dank sense of disappointment seemed to permeate all things.
“The décor is, to put it mildly, challenging for two gentlemen such as ourselves. There is a great deal of purple…”
“What we wanted was the sort of top-end place where we could nosh, munch, guzzle or just nibble on traditional English fare, but done really, really well, without a trace of irony.”
“As a man whose mouth has been known to water in a farmyard, the idea that there would be culinary fireworks involving the fatted calf, and plenty more besides, was a heavenly one.”
I am rather surprised, and in truth ever-so-slightly-disappointed when I arrive at Wiltons to be…
“Thousands of spice-filled test tubes hang precariously above my head like some frantic experiment to preserve the sands of time.”
“The recent surge in prominence of Japanese-Brazilian concept restaurants could, depending on your point of view, be taken as the overdue recognition of an adventurous brand of fusion…”
There are good things happening on the King’s Road. No, I don’t mean the antics of the Made in Chelsea crew. I’m talking restaurants.
“Even before we ventured East in search of the Hakkasan group’s new temple to fine dining, we’d heard stories. These tales were a consistent paean to what was rumoured to be the best Chinese food in London…”