Review #9 – Mélange, Crouch End
Steak-frites? Oui, monsieur!
Steak-frites? Oui, monsieur!
With an idle hour or two between teaching and meeting a friend at St Pancras I found myself wandering down to Somerset House, drawn by the lure of coffee at Fernandez&Wells and art at the Courtauld. Walking through Lincoln’s Inn fields I noticed that for once there was barely a queue outside the Soane Museum.…
Old school Italian with old skool choons.
Slow breakfast in a big room
Ham, mustard, tea. All good.
A Spanish gem in Finsbury Park. Yum.
In a cattle station on Charlotte St we get some Mexican food.
A brief muse on the changing status of the oyster from working class staple to high end luxury.
Arguing for a landmark museum of classical music in the City of London.
Once a year (or twice if I’m feeling very energetic and can get the time off work) I volunteer to collect donations on behalf of the Poppy Appeal.* It’s something that I welcome doing as a small act of remembering a good friend (now passed away) who once organised the poppy collectors of Chelsea, and also…