I do enjoy a good food-related pun. Canton’s ‘The Codfather’ chippy. Karl’s Burgers, just off Ocean Way, and their nod to a certain Danish lager’s telltale font. And you’d have to have a heart of stone to ignore the brilliance of Bristolian mobile kebab outlet Jason Donervan. Which brings us to The Meating Place. This Read More
It’s not always easy to pick your favourite Oscar. It usually comes down to a toss-up between the immortal wit of Wilde and the ingrained irascibility of The Grouch. (You might add the musical genius of Hammerstein II, though I can never hear ‘Oklahoma!’ without thinking of Ruprecht.) But for all their gifts, I wouldn’t trust Read More
The former ‘Istanbul’ sits opposite current favourite of this blog, Mezza Luna, and the upcoming New York Diner. It’s had a refit since changing hands, with an expanded kitchen area. Many-coloured glass lanterns, embroidered wall hangings: these are attractive touches, but it’s the neat ranks of meat-filled skewers on pristine display which impress this hungry Read More
This incarnation of the Streetfeast London collective is just short dap up from Canada Water station, signs pointing the way as soon as you as you re-emerge into daylight. The site centres on a large open courtyard, currently with a ‘World of Bamboo’ theme around a statuesque central fire pit. There’s an enclosed trampoline for Read More
A long room where the eye is drawn to the flames of the charcoal grill, Mezza Luna offers a menu influenced by both Lebanese and Moroccan traditions. And if that sounds unusual, then perhaps uniquely among the grill houses on City Road, there is alcohol on offer. I tried a crisp Lebanese Almaza pilsener. My Read More
A little run of shopfronts near Barry’s Cold Knap is where you’ll find Mr Villa’s. Open since last November, it bills itself as a fish and chips restaurant and oyster bar. That doesn’t do it justice. The tables hold old-school vinegar and salt; the broad white and blue stripes, whitewashed walls, unfinished concrete floor, open Read More
This blog is a very simple thing.
I won’t try to sell you any hand lotion, exercise programmes, coffee syrups or Patagonian nose flutes. You won’t find tips on dating, ‘wellness’ or yoga mats.
I write because I love it (and food, as indicated by my increasing girth). Greed happens to be my Deadly Sin of choice, but at least it is never shy of providing me with subject matter.
A simple thing, then: all you get is me wittering on semi-coherently about places I’ve eaten at; hence a ‘restaurant blog’ rather than a ‘food blog’, although there are a few recipes scattered throughout.
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.