Resto 24 Saki, Crouch End
Eeels are good, eels are good their bloody eels are good.
Eeels are good, eels are good their bloody eels are good.
Between the library and a gig at the Wigmore we were looking for a bit of spice. Soho's Kingly Street being on the way we took a chance on Cinnamon, which from the outside looks rather too carefully put together in the Bills/Dishoom tradition. I was wrong to have doubts.
A Chinese restaurant isn't the traditional venue for a Good Friday dinner I guess but if you're in the grip of the perma-hang it's good option.
Resto 21 Norte by Bilbao Berria Meh food & service next to geriatric teenagers. Underwhelming.
Listening to Jacques Dutronc's Paris 'Paris s'Eveille' I realised I'd never actually BEEN to the Place Dauphine. Now I have.
We wanted a quick lunch on the way to the Louvre and galettes (or Breton pancakes) seemed a good option.
Coming to a brief spell of teaching at De Montfort I thought it might be of use to the casual cultured visitor to point out some of the less well-known elements of Leicester that are worthy of consideration.
Killing time before heading to a gig at MOTH club (one of the best ever!) we were looking for quick food. I couldn't be tempted by a steakwich at The Globe, even though the company was charming, so we pressed on to Goppa's, lured by pizza.
A big improvement after a revamp. But what the shit was 'Hallelujah' doing in Hedda Gabler?
I could feel myself putting on another chin as I downed the last of the wine and slithered up the stairs to the pale March sunshine.