Squally showers and insistent rain beat down a tattoo on the pavement beneath our feet. The glistening slabs, uniform in their grey municipality, are punctuated only by a discarded fried chicken wing here, a sad single shoe there.
“Outlaw’s at The Capital sounds rather dramatic, like a Sam Pekinpah Western. It is not; it is a very calm, well-mannered, perfectly turned out restaurant in Knightsbridge…”
“The ox is one of those plentiful beasts who just keeps on giving. If we’re not using it for ploughing or threshing, then it’s pulling carts in India. If you’re not in India, then you’re probably eating the thing alongside a glass of Châteauneuf-du-Pâpe.”
“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…”
“Fifteen Cornwall is all wood slated exterior, with steps leading down and down into the restaurant; views of the beach teasing en route.”
“A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.” Lord Byron
“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.”
I am rather surprised, and in truth ever-so-slightly-disappointed when I arrive at Wiltons to be…
How far would you travel for a decent Sunday lunch? 100 miles is the furthest I’ve gone. With the plethora of options in my hometown of London, it did seem a little crazy to be setting off one day to Gosport – of all places! – for roast dinner alone.
Julie Griffiths (mother-in-law to Lily Allen) has been proprietor of the Sir Charles Napier for…
Fitzrovia – bohemian hub of the early 20th century, home to literary and artistic bon vivants who would frequent the area’s many watering holes…