The Drapers Arms

Gastro pub. What a stuck in-the-middle, fence sitter of a label. Trite terminology aside, my only real issue with it is that it’s become a cypher for stripped floorboards and style-over-substance, over-priced, bland, rubbish food. And so it ends up … Continued

Delhi Grill

Walking into Delhi Grill I felt something of the real Delhi, in all it’s chaotic glory, about it. So the meal wasn’t eaten to a background of baring horns, shouted conversation and sacred cows. But there was still something undeniably … Continued

Counter Cafe, Hackney Wick

The Wick. The next place to be and to be seen. Or so Timeout and a thousand Shoreditch hipsters would have you think. Full of warehouse studios and penniless artists taking advantage of all that space that no-one else wants … Continued