Owing to the travails of a 5 hour train journey followed by pre-conference socialising my exact recollection of Café Andaluz is rather vague. My chief recollection is of a lot of food for your investment (set menu of six dishes for £16 quid or so a head) and decent wine. I can't remember the service so it must have been fine.
Post-show blues only mean you should get on with something else.
On a sunny Monday lunchtime we strolled to Assaggetti tempted by their lunchtime offer of two courses for £16.95. It was a good choice.
Don't miss out on the chance to hear one of the foremost cricket historians talking about early Indian tours to England.
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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.
Lancret, Marivaux and Ric Lindley
Comparing the modern Crouch End Players to the Comedie-Italiennes may be a first but it isn't without justification.
There are two temporary offerings at the National that any self-respecting art lover finding themselves with an afternoon in London should get to. Catch Cagnacci while you can. His masterpiece, Repentant Magdalene, leaves town tomorrow! But also catch Ofili's jewel-like tapestry.
Getting down in the basement of the National Gallery springs a welcome memory of an overlooked children's classic.
A short post as a bit of promotion for Corbyn Island, my adaptation of Marivaux’s L’Ile des Esclaves, which I’ve talked about on here before. Well, previously it was just an idea and a little side project to keep me occupied while doing some long commutes (you can read about it here). Now it’s happening! Rehearsals have…
A bit soulless but ok if you're getting the train and want somewhere more upscale than Carluccio's.
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