A curious one. We intended to go to the Winslow Homer exhib at the National so we thought trying out their rebooted eatery opposite St Martin’s afterwards would be a good idea. I had a bit of time to kill before meeting at the show so thought I’d pop in for a glass of wine…
The kind of place feel loath to review because I want it just for me.
The previous Prom I'd seen this summer was the Death Prom where we Londoners were assured that should we attempt to take a trip to a concert we would either be fried by the merciless rays of our nearest star or asphyxiated by the ferocious heat of our subterranean network.
At just over a tenner this was a gut-busting feast of flavour that powered through to the end of the evening's Prom of RVW. Definitely one to which to go back to.
Credit to the guy on the grill who we could see toiling away at the back of the room - he did the beef to perfection.
Having forgotten to take a picture of Bar Pepito a search for images for 'Pepito' brought back savage memories of childhood boredom watching mystifying variety acts on Saturday night television when I stumbled across Pepito Alvarez, juggling superstar.
Excellent service and good food at RAS. The perfect Antwerp lunch.
How we came to choose The Bistro for dinner I can’t recall. But it was a good place and served me an excellent steak, well cooked. 8/10 To see where else I’ve been click on the google map below.
It was one of those Saturdays where you’ve been at work all day and you can’t be bothered to go out anywhere in particular, so we stayed local. The Dusty Knuckle is a recent harbinger – along with the more established and quite hilarious ‘Local Shop’ – of the (semi) g************n of Harringay. While one…
It was super busy but the service was impeccable. I really can't recommend this place enough.
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