If it’s look good, then it’s worth a stab. I first came across pintxos back in the madness of Naked for Satan, and it hasn’t appeared at all since then. Pintxos or pinchos are Spanish for “spike” and refer to little bites on sticks. Pix Pintxos is […]
Hello 2018! It’s nice to meet you. Hope you’re full of wonderful adventures, good eating and splendid weather. Let me recount a day with all of these things, back in the city of Toulouse, in the country of France, with my friend Judy. Here’s a […]
Carnaby Street does events every now and then and we took advantage of a recent one for a cheaper (cough, bargain) dinner over at Dirty Bones. There’s three branches of Dirty Bones in Carnaby, Soho and Shoreditch. Their menu is New York style American comfort food, so it was one I had my eye on for some time. Also, I love the Carnaby Street area, it’s a nice little retreat from the crowds and tourist traps. So what did we order?
My Old Dutch might not feel like a proper Dutch pancake house, but bloody hell, these pancakes are huge. That might apply to the savoury varieties, it was an intense experience. I felt like I was at one of those eating contests. Sweet pancakes might […]
The crowd erupts into applause. We were promised the best bacon cheeseburgers in town and boy, did we get them. Volcanic Grill is a six week old pop-up kitchen residency specialising in a South African-barbecue style of cooking. They’re located in the very hip neighbourhood […]
When I announced my Paris trip, my Parisian friend Thi Thu provided me a long list of places to check out. But only one of these was a brunch venue. And that was Depot Legal. This then became the catch up point for my cousin […]
Cheese, cheese, everywhere. That’s the good part. Everything else about Shake Shack UK was disappointing for me. Originally starting out in Madison Square Park in a literal shack, the chain had exploded globally and eventually found it’s way to Leicester Square here in London. I’d always […]
Unfortunately, this is going to be one of those posts where things went all wrong and I have to rage. It started with the best of intentions at Restaurant Elsbethenstübli though. My friend and all-things-Basel travel guide Jenny was keen for me to check out a real Swiss fondue. I like cheese, right? So where could this go wrong?