A blog about the smoke (and elsewhere)
The Marais has some jewels - especially the Musée de la Chasse et Nature (also bereft of vittles) - but you have to pay for them in the tedium of expensive crapshops, chainshit and a swarm of arseholes, some on scooters.
Kudos to the guy in the Uruguayan rugby shirt for surprise outfit of the day.
We took the salad of the day and a big planche of cheese with a couple of glasses of Chablis on the side. The salad turned out mostly to be pesto-stirred pasta with a few bits of veg secreted within. Palatable but not exactly what we were looking for. The cheese on the other hand was five varieties of the runny shiznit with a generous helping of rustic bread alongside - definitely a better option. The wine was too warm.
V&P gets a maximum for being one of those rare restaurants that does apparently simple things flawlessly. Which isn't simple at all.
At about twenty quid a head with service I don't know why you'd go anywhere else for trad Italian in this neck of the woods.
A welcome new Mexican in this part of town - the kind of place you could go to for a pit stop while waiting for a train, or for a massive all day blow-out with a bunch of mates while ruining yourself on mezcal.
A good alternative to kebab on Green Lanes Yaalu Yaalu may not be 'authentic' but it does the job for carnivores and veggies alike.
