Blowing the trumpet for the Green Man and French Horn
Over 6000 restaurants exist in the Capital. Not particularly surprising for me when I read this in (yet another) harshly written review however the specified figure made my mind spin in terms of how does one possibly have the time to explore so much uncharted culinary territory? Location is a huge obstacle in this feat however the...
Plates to fall in love with at White Rabbit
There is something amiss in London. The 2012 Olympics have ended and with the impending autumnal weather upon us, there seems a struggle for reasons to continue the unexpectedly positive spirits that accompanied the Games. It would be easy to succumb to the misery of the daily grind and regress to the eyes-down, dog-eat-dog approach...
The Spanish come to Shoreditch
I love it when a new restaurant opens. Let me rephrase; I love it when a new restaurant is conceived. Much like the population growth, restaurants are following suit and the gestation period is becoming ever shorter in order to meet the demand of high competition in the culinary stakes. When SAF closed its doors...
Cocktails Ahoy!
Impromptu and spontaneous; somehow the best evenings of enlightenment come from the unplanned. It is with these circumstances that saw me enter an unassuming doorway, down the dimly lit stairs and into the realms of speakeasy-esque Nightjar, the much talked about cocktail and music spot in Old Street. It has already built a reputation of...
Eastern Promise
I believe there comes a time in one’s life (in my case quite frequently it would seem) that change is necessary and good in order to stimulate the mind and body. This thought process is what prompted me to “up sticks” and move to North East London recently and the wonderful pastures new of Stoke...
Feed your ears, eyes and mouth at Trangallan
A long overdue reunion of friends was happily met with sunny skies one Wednesday afternoon in London. Damon & Michelle, two Texans I had the pleasure to make the acquaintance with back in Austin, had arrived in London in upbeat tempo. Regardless of over 30 hours lack of sleep (attributed to the excitement and unfortunate...
Bring a good appetite to Budapest
I have been lucky enough to have enjoyed various home cooked Hungarian fodder in my lifetime; Pörkölt a delicious chicken ‘stew’ of sorts & an excellent cure for a poorly head; Leves (this just means ‘soup’ in Hungarian) in various guises as there be meat ones, bean ones, creamy ones etc etc… and the sweet tooth is...
Come and ‘ave a Butchers!
In contrast to a previous article, I now raise the subject of meat, namely the craft of Butchery. In keeping with our reflections to the past on this site, the butcher counter used to be highly valued outing and the only place to get your choice fowl or a tender t-bone to gnaw through at...