Resto 15 Mildred’s, Soho
Mildred's is the best vegan food I've had in a long time. I suspect it won't be 6 years before I'm back this time.
Resto 13 The Delaunay, Aldwych
It almost brought a tear to the eye to be among a happy crowd of diners in one of the best rooms in London.
Resto 12 Santoré, Exmouth Market
It feels like a long time ago that we went to Santoré so my failing memory means that this post will be brief. After a festive jar in the excellent Shakespeare’s Head we were back to Exmouth Market for nosh. Indian not being to my wife’s taste we compromised with Italian. Santoré does the standard…
Resto 11 Nazuki Garden, Warren Street
I now found that darts makes me hungry so we headed northwards in search of curry. But it being Monday a lot of places were shut (I'm guessing some of them were also just shut full stop) so by the time we were nearly at Warren Street James pointed out that the best restaurant when you were hungry was the one you were eating food in.++++ Wise advice and we chose to eat at Nazuki Garden based on its being the restaurant we could see when we had that discussion.
Resto 10 Cinnamon Tree, Islington
I was brained out and hungersome.
Resto 7 Bali Bali, Shaftesbury Avenue
I’ve had my eye on Bali Bali for a while as being that lonely beast, an Indonesian restaurant in London. With Britain’s colonial history skewing South East Asian food towards Malaysia (though I now realise that I haven’t been to a Malaysian place in these posts) the only previous occasion I’ve gone for Indonesian was…
Resto 8 Brasserie Zédel, Piccadilly
After the seeing the excellent Spilliaerts exhibition at the RA I'd booked Zédel to see how one of the more up-market groups was handling the Covid thing. And eat some good grub too, natch.
Retro Resto #6 – Odin’s, Marylebone
A jolly, squiffy and ultimately pooped evening in the company of a friend greatly missed.
Retro Restos
The Big C having (temporarily?) terminated restaurant going as a social activity I'll be lucky to get beyond number six this side of autumn. And unlikely to have the funds to dine out in style the other. So what is a restaurant reviewer to do?
Take a Proustian turn of course. The great man lay in his cork-lined room and let his mind do the travelling through time and space. And I intend to follow his lead. Though not in every detail you'll be glad to know, I have neither the skill nor the inclination to imitate Proust's description of the Duchesse de Guermantes' dinner over 150 pages.
Journey with me through restaurants remembered, people remembered, places remembered.
Restaurant 6 My Old Dutch, Holborn
The last time I was in My Old Dutch Denis Bergkamp was playing for Arsenal and I could climb a flight of stairs at a tube station two at a time. MOD, I'm glad to say, has aged better than I have in the intervening years.
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