Resto 24 Saki, Crouch End
Eeels are good, eels are good their bloody eels are good.
Eeels are good, eels are good their bloody eels are good.
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.
We wanted a quick lunch on the way to the Louvre and galettes (or Breton pancakes) seemed a good option.
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.
Is Kingsway the most functional eating street in London? It has all the chains in a relentlessly mid-range bracket and in the mid-range of the mid-range sits Bill's.
Like the Café Den Turk À La Mort Subite is the kind of historical location that could, if it chose, go down the route of celebrating its own celebrity by going easy on what made it good in the first place and turn itself into a Belgian theme park. And like the CDN it is…
The last of our eating places of a very high quality weekend was the surprise package. To borrow from Rumsfeld (who seems strangely less crazy than once he did, that’s the power of 2016) Mort Subite was a known known, Belga Queen was a known unknown and Den Turk was an unknown known. Mub’Art, however,…
A full room on an early Saturday evening (in contrast to La Porchetta a couple of doors along) showed that Quê Me has successfully cracked the price/quality equation for this stretch of restos, where the competition is fierce.