Bar Pepito, all four tables of it, is a rare beast, a Spanish bar in London that actually has the whiff of Iberia about it. Despite the “rustic” tabletops-on-barrels and small space, this is no rural Spanish replicant. From the … Continued
Bar Pepito, all four tables of it, is a rare beast, a Spanish bar in London that actually has the whiff of Iberia about it. Despite the “rustic” tabletops-on-barrels and small space, this is no rural Spanish replicant. From the … Continued
Boudin blanc are strange wobbly looking things, like great white worms, all smooth and soft. And just a wee bit alien and creepy. There is no sign of the rough fat laced meat bursting through the skin that you get … Continued
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
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
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
Eating to help people starving around the world may seem like a bit of an odd thing to do. But there’s nothing that concentrates your mind on what people don’t have, than a well said word or two in your … Continued