Resto 26 Bhatti, Covent Garden
If you want the trad Indian in this part of London it's a better option to hang on if you can till The India Club starts cooking.
If you want the trad Indian in this part of London it's a better option to hang on if you can till The India Club starts cooking.
A bit soulless but ok if you're getting the train and want somewhere more upscale than Carluccio's.
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.
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?