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…
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.
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.
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.
It almost brought a tear to the eye to be among a happy crowd of diners in one of the best rooms in London.
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…
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.
I was brained out and hungersome.
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.
Flaming the salmon involved a geezer nailing a whole side of salmon to a plank before donning a fire-retardant suit and helmet and holding said plank to a charcoal-fed furnace.
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