I’ve had my eye on Bali Bali for a while as being that lonely beast, an Indonesian restaurant in London. With Britain’s colonial history skewing South East Asian food towards Malaysia (though I now realise that I haven’t been to a Malaysian place in these posts) the only previous occasion I’ve gone for Indonesian was…
20th Century masterpiece, ‘No Exit’. Written in the claustrophobic atmosphere of wartime Paris this up-to-date production resonates with recent events when lockdown meant that for many the blackly comic aphorism, ‘Hell is other people’, was all too true.
All in all as good as any similar establishment in the area while having a little more of a feel of a proper night out than some.
Good quality Vietnamese eats and a pleasant surprise on the beer front.
Finally somewhere new to review and it’s a good one. Panton Street, blessed with Asian food, is where you’ll also find the Japan Centre, Kanada-Ya and Yori. But we sought novelty so we gave JUMAK39 (yes, it’s all in capitals) a go. At the door we were asked if we wanted buffet or casual. Casual…
Cockmonster vs indifference. Some great singing and food.
After the seeing the excellent Spilliaerts exhibition at the RA I'd booked Zédel to see how one of the more up-market groups was handling the Covid thing. And eat some good grub too, natch.
Indifference versus the cockmonster. Oh, and lots of wine.
Flaming the salmon involved a geezer nailing a whole side of salmon to a plank before donning a fire-retardant suit and helmet and holding said plank to a charcoal-fed furnace.
If you want to learn to eat classic French food in style there are few places better to start than Le Train Bleu.
