Resto 36 The Green Room, South Bank
An incompetent waiter prompts a trip down memory lane.
Resto 35 Le Mercury, Islington
Good food followed by an hour of Trotskyite propaganda delivered with all the charm of a carriage full of soccer hooligans beating up your grandma.
Resto 34 The Wallace, Marylebone
The room is beautifully light, even on a crappy November day. It's got to be one of the most elegant dining rooms in London at mid-price.
Resto 33 Bryn Williams, Somerset House
The service was good - charmingly wonky, I like that. Other people paying these kinds of prices might prefer to cross the road to the Delaunay to seek the kind of standard they're used to paying for. For myself, I'm not sure I'd walk past Spring, which is just across the courtyard and in my experience does this kind of thing better.
Resto 32 Castle Tea Rooms, York
In town to meet some of the finest minds in the world of Sports History I needed a lunch that would make me sharp not somnolent. The Castle Tea Rooms being next door to the venue it was an easy decision to eat there then stagger to the Quakers‘ (excellent) meeting room.* Tea is a…
Resto 31 The Otter, Otterbourne
Mass, taste, juice. A good burger.
Resto 30 Huis, Southsea
Every athlete knows that the way to prepare for a ten mile race is to drink 6 pints and eat like a Belgian. Which is why I found myself in Huis the evening before the Great South Run.
Resto 29 Luce e Limone, Gray’s Inn
Maybe Otto’s would have been a better punt after all.
Resto 28 Maison Leblanc, Liège
Already a jolly party we were by no means discontented, but with one server struggling to keep pace with the demands of a fairly busy room the extra bonhomie that you need from a host to encourage an all out assault on the waistline and liver was definitely not forthcoming.
Resto 27 Le Légia, Liège
A very Belgian lunch in Liège.
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