Resto 14 Haku Kitchin, Kentish Town
This simple meal was just what I needed after a bacchanalian weekend. Recommended.
Resto 13, L’Osteria, Frankfurt
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.
Resto 12 Abacco’s Steakhouse, Frankfurt
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.
Resto 11 Ristorante Gallo Nero, Frankfurt
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…
Resto 10 Gazette, South Ken
And this inspired doggy art of a Mrs PigWoof lying bloody-gutted from a running over (with tennis ball pre-stomach and ready swallowed) on this side of the table, while on the other side there was a more psychedelic beast, multi-coloured and fizzing energy. We
Resto 27 Indian YMCA, Fitzrovia
At just over a tenner this was a gut-busting feast of flavour that powered through to the end of the evening's Prom of RVW. Definitely one to which to go back to.
Resto 26 La Patagonia, Camden
Credit to the guy on the grill who we could see toiling away at the back of the room - he did the beef to perfection.
Resto 25 Pepito, Kings Cross
Having forgotten to take a picture of Bar Pepito a search for images for 'Pepito' brought back savage memories of childhood boredom watching mystifying variety acts on Saturday night television when I stumbled across Pepito Alvarez, juggling superstar.
Resto 7 Bali Bali, Shaftesbury Avenue
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…
Resto 6 Selale, Green Lanes
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.
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