With an idle hour or two between teaching and meeting a friend at St Pancras I found myself wandering down to Somerset House, drawn by the lure of coffee at Fernandez&Wells and art at the Courtauld. Walking through Lincoln’s Inn fields I noticed that for once there was barely a queue outside the Soane Museum.…
Old school Italian with old skool choons.
Perfect lunch in a cobbly cavern
Slow breakfast in a big room
Ham, mustard, tea. All good.
A Spanish gem in Finsbury Park. Yum.
In a cattle station on Charlotte St we get some Mexican food.
A one-two of snooker and kebab on Green Lanes. Jimmy White would be proud.
A brief muse on the changing status of the oyster from working class staple to high end luxury.
In 2013 I spent a year conducting a (rather self-indulgent) experiment. I realised that I’d got stuck in a rut of eating in the same places all the time. Which seemed a waste given that in my local neighbourhood alone there are enough restaurants to not have to eat in the same place twice over…
A London Journal 