Review #82, The Shoeburyness Hotel
Fish & Chips in Shoeburyness with a splash of The Cure as an intro.
Fish & Chips in Shoeburyness with a splash of The Cure as an intro.
Bombay Spice in Marylebone delivers underwhelming food in a repetitive sound-world. Philip Glass inevitably comes to mind.
In a shabbed room I ate creatures of the deep. And drank warm wine.
Bibigo makes for a very civilised evening out that won't break the bank.
Francis West's thrilling paintings at Megan Piper are well worth the trip.
In anticipation of the RA's colossal Abstract Expressionism down the road I'd recommend getting along to Vigo to see work which seems to have direct inspiration from some of those artists in its energy and its stripped down rawness.
An excellent revival of a neglected JB Priestley play leads to thoughts of another possible JBP revival.
In the very bowels of Somerset House it's Spring all year round. Possibly the prettiest room in London with food to match.
Formica tables, functional flatware and a paper napkin slimmer than graphene are the way the IC rolls. You're not in Dishoom now, this is the real thing. Or at least a mid-twentieth century Anglo-Indian reality.
Standard Vietnamese fare on a busy Friday evening in the West End.