Much more interesting and surprising than the overblown yanks below, who seem the most humourless bunch of po-faced canvas wasters set against the deftly humorous savagery of Ensor and his confrères.
The third Drummond Street of the year and probably the best. But where's the chicken?!
Helped along by excellent service Pasta Remoli seems to be a good value option if you can't be arsed to walk the extra mile to the Stroud Green Italian Quarter.
Good quiche and an untwattish atmos in Gitane.
Charmless queueing? No thanks.
Scouting out a walk for Belgian clients I arrived at St Pancras ravenous. Options in St P are becoming fairly limited towards the end of the year so I gave MI+ME a go. Given its name I was half expecting some Marcel Marceau action from the waiting staff. Alas, no. The name remains irritating without…
Eating at the opéra, in my limited experience, is always expensive and often a bit of a shot in the dark, whether you're getting some sandwiches and a glass of wine or going for the full gut-busting blow out with gallons of booze on the side. But the Amphitheatre proved a winner.