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”.
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”.
“It has always been my opinion, formed through long experience, that a culture can be judged, and yes I do mean judged, by the quality of its food and the quality of its philosophy.”
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With daffodils all around them, Rebecca and her chap don their Sunday best for a stroll through St James’s Park, a visit to the Churchill War Rooms, and a lavish afternoon tea at The Lanesborough…
It’s a real slog getting across to Canary Wharf. ‘The City’, as those in the…
“I find myself in Bloomsbury’s premier residential street heading towards a restored Victorian pub. I expect to find it full of Dickensian characters, errant domestic servants, chimney sweeps and miscreants.”
“He’s standing at the ham, slicing and sweating and we’re standing at the bar, waiting and salivating – there’s only a thin line between us…my god, I am desperate for that ham.”
“I’m standing in a snaking queue populated by gazelle-like glamazons in six-inch Louboutins and slinky Issa dresses. Peering behind me, I spot former England football coach Sven-Göran Eriksson in a charcoal grey suit.”
“London is buzzing with 1920s themed events; a bloody good excuse to reach for the liquor and tassels! I could hardly contain my excitement when I heard about the Speakeasy nights at the elegant J. Sheekey Oyster Bar.”
One cannot fault Charlie McVeigh’s attitude towards beer, and the places that sell the fine hop-laden stuff. After associating himself with countless high-end venues, most notably Rowley Leigh’s Le Cafe Anglais, he has opened a trio of establishments in southwest London that aim to provide interesting and reasonably priced food with a staggeringly ambitious range of beers.
“We all know the attraction of ‘sourcing’ at Borough Market. Somehow in your basket, along with the cheeses, spices, ham, and jam, and other culinary nick-nacks, you are buying credibility, an authenticity that Ocado can’t deliver.”
Gabrielle skips over to Victoria to feast on deep-fried ice cream, among other delicious treats, at Grand Imperial London; the first UK restaurant from celebrated Hong Kong chef Rand Cheung.