Gauthier Soho
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…
Browsing: London Restaurants
Watatsumi
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.
Charlotte’s Bistro
The summer months are when I always feel the need to escape Central London, and…
Inamo St. James
As you stroll down the lower part of Regents Street from Piccadilly Circus there is…
Chabrot Bistro d’Amis
Chabrot Bistro d’Amis takes its name from the French term ‘faire chabrot’, an ancient practice…
Afternoon Tea at The Modern Pantry
This is not some sort of déjà vu-doo, The Arb has indeed visited, eaten and…
Fleming’s Grill
A restaurant should do what it says on the tin. That makes me sound horribly…
Cassis Bistro
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.
Afternoon Tea at The Mandeville
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.
Cây Tre
Our insatiable foodie and forager for London’s hottest restaurant openings, Mina Holland, meets visionary Vietnamese restaurateur Hugh Trung Bui at his Hoxton flagship Cây Tre, which he’s taking to Soho this summer.
Clos Maggiore
A young woman sits alone at a candlelit table. She flicks somberly through a heavy leather-bound wine list; her eyes fall upon the dark ink of exotic promises, but the seat opposite remains vacant…
Bocca di Lupo
Dark Knight of the Gluttonous Table, Douglas Blyde, unsheathes his rapier tongue and ventures into the badlands of Soho to chomp and imbibe in the environs of Bocca di Lupo. No plate is left unturned, no ice cream left unlicked.