Review #98 Gitane, Fitzrovia
Good quiche and an untwattish atmos in Gitane.
Good quiche and an untwattish atmos in Gitane.
Scouting out a walk for Belgian clients I arrived at St Pancras ravenous. Options in St P are becoming fairly limited towards the end of the year so I gave MI+ME a go. Given its name I was half expecting some Marcel Marceau action from the waiting staff. Alas, no. The name remains irritating without…
Eating at the opéra, in my limited experience, is always expensive and often a bit of a shot in the dark, whether you're getting some sandwiches and a glass of wine or going for the full gut-busting blow out with gallons of booze on the side. But the Amphitheatre proved a winner.
No Dickie Fitz but chorizo dog dicks in the bustle of Goodge Street. And a gratuitous Ray Wilkins reference.
Coming to review a restaurant when the intervening 48 hours have seen a bacchanalian 60th birthday party and a 6 hour police assisted face off with somebody with mental health issues (not mine (this time at least!)), one could be forgiven for not exactly remembering the details of the cuisine on Friday night.
There was a smattering of familiar faces in the room but the real star in this restaurant was the food.
Shory deliver good food at an affordable price with just enough quirkiness and variety to mark them out from your Wagyermamas or Yos.
The root cause of La Viña's appeal is that it is run by a team who obviously care about what they do.
A spectacular installation that holds a dialogue with an imperial past and a multi-cultural present.
Little Portland Café works. Why go to a chain to be served in a listless manner by someone who was trained (and instructed) to Smile Brightly and squeeze extras out of you?