Browsing: Soho

Italian
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Veteran American actor, comedian and director Mel Brooks reportedly stated “sex is like pizza, even when it’s bad, it’s good” and I am inclined to sort-of agree, although the focus of my attentions in this context falls on the pizza.

London Restaurants
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BRGR.Co. A strange, vowel-less beast that’s popped up on Wardour Street, part of the renaissance of Soho restaurants and the new breed of burger purveyors who’ve set up shop to make the most of London’s burning desire for re-imagined American junk-food.

British Wright Brothers Soho
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“The Cumbraes were delectable, tantamount to standing on a seaside peer and having the refreshing surf sprayed into one’s face by a young scoundrel with a water-pistol.” Jonesy dines at Wright Brothers…

Asian
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One of the memorable aspects from my Thailand tour some years ago was of the country’s affinity with displaying their menus in pictures. Soho’s Benja Bangkok Table has stayed true to tradition, with a gallery of dishes pinned to the window.

British
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“J.D., QC is a sophisticate like myself, boasting a detailed knowledge of the finer things that make life bearable. My reputation was at stake. I needed to deliver reliability for quality, but with uplift. There is only one place: Quo Vadis.”

European
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“The tables are dark wood and the banquettes are deep red leather. The zinc bar shines in the warm, carefully conceived light, and there’s a sense we could be in one of those Bonnieux bars in the late 1980s.”

London Restaurants
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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…

Asian
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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.

Italian
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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.

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