Resto 5 Pho Odessa, Paris
The RTJ was fine but next time I'm in Versailles I'll try their rivals, The Maharajah, across the road. Oh, and make sure I know where Versailles are actually playing.
Resto 4 Restaurant Taj Mahal, Versailles
The RTJ was fine but next time I'm in Versailles I'll try their rivals, The Maharajah, across the road. Oh, and make sure I know where Versailles are actually playing.
Resto 14 Haku Kitchin, Kentish Town
This simple meal was just what I needed after a bacchanalian weekend. Recommended.
Resto 13, L’Osteria, Frankfurt
Our final day in Frankfurt and we were looking for somewhere near the station. But not too near, since on arriving two days previously we'd seen a feller have his head caved in with a beer bottle before receiving a floor-based kicking from two fellow drunks/drug addicts. I don't need to go on holiday to see that, I get plenty at Manor House already.
Resto 11 Ristorante Gallo Nero, Frankfurt
In Frankfurt for the weekend we were ravenous after leaving the train and in no mood to wander far to find some food so the Black Chicken was chosen purely for its proximity to the hotel. Set off Frankfurt’s main shopping street it was a good spot to dine on the terrace and we joined…
Resto 28 Coda, Royal Albert Hall
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.
Resto 27 Indian YMCA, Fitzrovia
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.
Resto 26 La Patagonia, Camden
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.
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…
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