Beagle London
“You’re in Hoxton of a Thursday evening. It’s time for dinner. One of two things is probably true: either you’re a hipster, so you don’t eat, or you’re in a Vietnamese restaurant, disappointed that you couldn’t bring your own booze…”
“You’re in Hoxton of a Thursday evening. It’s time for dinner. One of two things is probably true: either you’re a hipster, so you don’t eat, or you’re in a Vietnamese restaurant, disappointed that you couldn’t bring your own booze…”
“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…”
“How’s the meat situation?” – This enigmatic question was graffitied onto a work top at my old university and is, bizarrely, permanently etched in my mind.
“There was a time when the corner of Bethnal Green Road was not the epicentre of distressed, broken down cool; a time when bags were cheap plastic, rather than vintage Chanel.”
“If you haven’t yet experienced the Worship Street Whistling Shop, you should. And no, it’s not actually a shop, and you don’t need to be good at whistling. But you do need to like gin, which is where I come in.”