Resto 31 The Otter, Otterbourne
Mass, taste, juice. A good burger.
Mass, taste, juice. A good burger.
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.
Maybe Otto’s would have been a better punt after all.
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.
A very Belgian lunch in Liège.
Having dropped ninety quid in an hour for just enough food for a moderately-sized couple I realised that Fumo's dictator-chic interior is funded on the rapid turnover of dictator-budgeted clients spending such sums. It was fun while it lasted there's plenty of other places around St M's L that offer a similar service at less damage to the wallet.
The food was good but at 30 quid a head we were paying too much for what was on affer.
A white Rioja has enough beef to brighten up my conference pasted consciousness and we have a jolly enough time for £20 a head. Thanks Joe.
It's hard to put a price on total relaxation but I definitely know the value of it.
Bar Vincenzo could save your life, depending on your problem.