Yesterday I was fortunate enough to attend an excellent panel discussion on Cricket as Revolution organised by the LSE as part of its literary festival. The two speakers were Dr Prashant Kidambi of The University of Leicester and the journalist and cricket historian Peter Oborne. It was an excellent evening. Prashant kicked off with an…
Why? Why did you put a burger in a shitty crate? WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Crazy like a mouse and rusty like a Ford Cortina - rollercoasters on Brighton pier may not be the highest but they offer their own brand of terror. But first an excellent Sunday roast to celebrate a birthday.
The food is classic Italian with (I'm hazarding a guess, I'm no expert except for knowing that they love a bit of donkey in Vicenza) the emphasis towards the north.
Meeting a friend at the library we were looking for somewhere new within walking distance. I’d read about Boulestin a while ago (when it had freshly revamped a classic restaurant brand) – some okay, some bad. On the whole I liked it. First impressions were good. The room feels light, a nice change from the…
Chilli ketchup, the Pet Shop Boys and the civilising influence of pizza.
Good beer, top snacks and a star for a barman. The Café Den Turk is much better than it needs to be.
For a romantic evening this was a good find and the evening got even better once we'd found the Hot Club de Gent where they were playing some seriously good jazz.
Like the Café Den Turk À La Mort Subite is the kind of historical location that could, if it chose, go down the route of celebrating its own celebrity by going easy on what made it good in the first place and turn itself into a Belgian theme park. And like the CDN it is…
The last of our eating places of a very high quality weekend was the surprise package. To borrow from Rumsfeld (who seems strangely less crazy than once he did, that’s the power of 2016) Mort Subite was a known known, Belga Queen was a known unknown and Den Turk was an unknown known. Mub’Art, however,…
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