The approach of summer means that it will soon be time for the Crouch End Festival once more. This year I’m producing an adapted play amongst a trio of short original works by members of the Crouch End Players to be performed once more (we hope!) at the Great Northern Railway Tavern. The piece I’ve…
This simple meal was just what I needed after a bacchanalian weekend. Recommended.
Our final day in Frankfurt and we were looking for somewhere near the station. But not too near, since on arriving two days previously we'd seen a feller have his head caved in with a beer bottle before receiving a floor-based kicking from two fellow drunks/drug addicts. I don't need to go on holiday to see that, I get plenty at Manor House already.
To round things off perfectly the schnapps and gin arrived with the bill, as requested, but no tonic. Could we have the tonic please. The tonic? Yes, the tonic for the gin and tonic. Tonic?! Ready to settle the bill our server insisted on taking it back and adding the tonic to an already fairly substantial sum. On a less relaxed afternoon it might have felt like an insult but on this occasion we just coughed up and left.
In Frankfurt for the weekend we were ravenous after leaving the train and in no mood to wander far to find some food so the Black Chicken was chosen purely for its proximity to the hotel. Set off Frankfurt’s main shopping street it was a good spot to dine on the terrace and we joined…
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