Between the library and a gig at the Wigmore we were looking for a bit of spice. Soho's Kingly Street being on the way we took a chance on Cinnamon, which from the outside looks rather too carefully put together in the Bills/Dishoom tradition. I was wrong to have doubts.
A Chinese restaurant isn't the traditional venue for a Good Friday dinner I guess but if you're in the grip of the perma-hang it's good option.
Resto 21 Norte by Bilbao Berria Meh food & service next to geriatric teenagers. Underwhelming.
Listening to Jacques Dutronc's Paris 'Paris s'Eveille' I realised I'd never actually BEEN to the Place Dauphine. Now I have.
We wanted a quick lunch on the way to the Louvre and galettes (or Breton pancakes) seemed a good option.
Coming to a brief spell of teaching at De Montfort I thought it might be of use to the casual cultured visitor to point out some of the less well-known elements of Leicester that are worthy of consideration.
Killing time before heading to a gig at MOTH club (one of the best ever!) we were looking for quick food. I couldn't be tempted by a steakwich at The Globe, even though the company was charming, so we pressed on to Goppa's, lured by pizza.
A big improvement after a revamp. But what the shit was 'Hallelujah' doing in Hedda Gabler?
I could feel myself putting on another chin as I downed the last of the wine and slithered up the stairs to the pale March sunshine.
Good fish in a Chipperfield beauty. Vinoteca is a winner.
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