The Blues Kitchen
My love of music started young, way before my love of solid food. Between the…
My love of music started young, way before my love of solid food. Between the…
Sometimes I just can’t be bothered to come home from work and whip up a…
Soho seethes with dens of iniquity, feasting rooms hidden behind locked doors. One Sunday, the dark door of Blacks club creaks open to admit Estella Shardlow. May the debauchery commence…
Emyr dines at Gauthier Soho, the latest venture to make use of the creaky Georgian townhouse at 21 Romilly Street, once a home to the art of George Clint, who exhibited there in 1805. How times have changed…
Alex Larman and Rugby Jamie pass up the opportunity to dine at an all-you-can-eat Kazakh buffet, and instead visit Watasumi near Trafalgar Square, a modern Japanese restaurant serving cocktails, steaks and sashimi.
The summer months are when I always feel the need to escape Central London, and…
As you stroll down the lower part of Regents Street from Piccadilly Circus there is…
Chabrot Bistro d’Amis takes its name from the French term ‘faire chabrot’, an ancient practice…
This is not some sort of déjà vu-doo, The Arb has indeed visited, eaten and…
A restaurant should do what it says on the tin. That makes me sound horribly…
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.
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.