The Sir Charles Napier
Julie Griffiths (mother-in-law to Lily Allen) has been proprietor of the Sir Charles Napier for…
Browsing: Eating Out
Newman Street Tavern
Fitzrovia – bohemian hub of the early 20th century, home to literary and artistic bon vivants who would frequent the area’s many watering holes…
Blackhouse: The Grill on the Market
“A hubbub of excited noise and the turmoil of other people having a jolly good time crash into us as we enter the main restaurant.”
The Mad Hatter’s Afternoon Tea
The attention to detail is exceptional and intriguing; with napkins wrapped in riddles, sugar cubes contained within a whimsical ballerina musical jewellery box which plays “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”…
Langan’s Brasserie
“As we settle into our seats with their fraying edges, and frail wooden armrests, we hear a commotion at the table behind us. Without proper warning a man suddenly falls backwards off his chair and rolls onto the floor. He’s ruddy and broken looking.”
La Colombe at Constantia Uitsig
“Since my dinner at La Colombe at Constantia Uitsig, I have been wondering what it was about the experience that made it so special.”
The Gun, Canary Wharf
The Docklands area is an unknown land for most of us; a mystery for those of us who don’t get to don a well-tailored suit and head off into its murky depths to worship at the slippery altar of high finance.
Claude’s Kitchen
“It’s extremely rare that I find myself in Parson’s Green. I love London for all its multifarious gastronomic eccentricity; I love diving on a bus and eating Turkish feasts in Haringey, Indian food in Southall, but you’d have to work pretty hard to drag me down to Parson’s Green.”
Uptown Gastronomy: Café Boulud
“Café Boulud, humming quietly beneath The Surrey hotel, a hive of monochromatic luxury on the Upper East Side.”
The Palm
“Over the past five years, London’s steakhouse scene has become a well bred beast and the steak spectrum for meat eaters in the capital is now broad and multifaceted…”
Hélène Darroze at The Connaught
I first read about The Connaught at an extremely impressionable age. I was too young –it left an indelible, immovable mark on my consciousness. I was fourteen years old, but I remember the sequence of events very clearly.
The Goring Dining Room
“If you visit the restrooms at the Goring Hotel you might be forgiven for thinking you’ve taken a step back in time to a Victorian gallery of smut. Adorning the walls are a selection of Reubenesque beauties leaving very little to the imagination…”