Review #105 Salt Yard, Goodge Street
Crocodile eyeballs and a Carol Voldemort reference? It's an IACGMOOH laden account of an excellent lunch at Salt Yard.
Crocodile eyeballs and a Carol Voldemort reference? It's an IACGMOOH laden account of an excellent lunch at Salt Yard.
Well, we’d been in Paris for a whole weekend and had yet to go to a proper bistrot for a proper lump of cooked stuff. Across from Les Trois 8 and down the road from Les Félines le Blanc Bec was within staggering distance of two of my newest favourite bars so we did that.…
Sadly without Gatting we couldn't get a carry out but Les Babines wineshop did have the best value of the weekend.
It's always a mistake to choose your restaurant from the name of a record rather than the food it serves.
On the back of one hour's sleep I break the rules with a return visit to Café Charbon.
Much more interesting and surprising than the overblown yanks below, who seem the most humourless bunch of po-faced canvas wasters set against the deftly humorous savagery of Ensor and his confrères.
The third Drummond Street of the year and probably the best. But where's the chicken?!
Helped along by excellent service Pasta Remoli seems to be a good value option if you can't be arsed to walk the extra mile to the Stroud Green Italian Quarter.
Good quiche and an untwattish atmos in Gitane.
Charmless queueing? No thanks.