If you want to learn to eat classic French food in style there are few places better to start than Le Train Bleu.
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.
Our go to pre-Almeida place is usually Radici but this week we fancied a change. La Petite Auberge is only marginally more distant from the theatre and at six on a Tuesday there was plenty of room inside, and given the state of traffic on Upper Street a pavement table wasn’t especially alluring. The room…
With 'A Soldier's Song' due to première in a week's time it's time to pay my respects to the London Library - without the benefits that membership brings I doubt that I would have got the project off the ground.
Great pizza, bored staff, tedious customers.
Good food, poor choices. I have to say that eating tête de veau isn't something I'll do again in a hurry. The meaty bits were ok but the gluey bits were ... gluey.
High quality onglet on a sunny terrace. Good times.
A testing day is rounded off at a good bistro with a world class view. I liked Le B, especially when the bill came in at a surprisingly moderate 60-odd euros. The ability of good food, wine and company to assuage middle class woes is something that I am very aware of and never take for granted.
A quick post with the file for 'A Door (Must Be Open or Shut)'