Chequers, gin, beef, conviviality with a smattering of Stewart Lee, Mark E Smith and Torture Garden. Three hours of pure pleasure.
To be honest I was flagging by the time the steak turned up and it was with less of a bang than a whimper that I consumed the last meal of 2017.
Last night a fish bar saved my life. Well, kind of.
All those stick balancing Yoda scroungers ,now transformed by the Magic of Christmas into rapacious aerial Santas, make a mockery of the imperial pomposity of the Square's original plan far more effectively than Shrigley's tragic waste of bronze could ever do.
I can't wait to go back to Bistro Aix in the New Year and take a look at the à la carte - it's a place worth saving for a celebration.
Hot Nutside Vietnamese dining? Focus on the food, ignore Elton and you'll be okay.
It's a top value all-you-can-eat pigfest at Green Lanes' finest Polish restaurant.
Crocodile eyeballs and a Carol Voldemort reference? It's an IACGMOOH laden account of an excellent lunch at Salt Yard.
Well, we’d been in Paris for a whole weekend and had yet to go to a proper bistrot for a proper lump of cooked stuff. Across from Les Trois 8 and down the road from Les Félines le Blanc Bec was within staggering distance of two of my newest favourite bars so we did that.…
Sadly without Gatting we couldn't get a carry out but Les Babines wineshop did have the best value of the weekend.