Resto 35 Le Mercury, Islington
Good food followed by an hour of Trotskyite propaganda delivered with all the charm of a carriage full of soccer hooligans beating up your grandma.
Resto 30 Huis, Southsea
Every athlete knows that the way to prepare for a ten mile race is to drink 6 pints and eat like a Belgian. Which is why I found myself in Huis the evening before the Great South Run.
Resto 29 Luce e Limone, Gray’s Inn
Maybe Otto’s would have been a better punt after all.
Resto 28 Maison Leblanc, Liège
Already a jolly party we were by no means discontented, but with one server struggling to keep pace with the demands of a fairly busy room the extra bonhomie that you need from a host to encourage an all out assault on the waistline and liver was definitely not forthcoming.
Resto 27 Le Légia, Liège
A very Belgian lunch in Liège.
Resto 23 Venissa, Mazzorbo
It's hard to put a price on total relaxation but I definitely know the value of it.
Resto 22 Vicenzo Bar, Venice
Bar Vincenzo could save your life, depending on your problem.
Resto 21 Bar da Valentino, Venice
You think you can make pizza? I’ll show you how to finish off a pizza!
Resto 20 Exquisite, Finsbury Park
The first 1/10 review of the year. I went there, now you don’t have to make the same mistake.
Resto 17 Théâtre de Poche, Montparnasse
We took the salad of the day and a big planche of cheese with a couple of glasses of Chablis on the side. The salad turned out mostly to be pesto-stirred pasta with a few bits of veg secreted within. Palatable but not exactly what we were looking for. The cheese on the other hand was five varieties of the runny shiznit with a generous helping of rustic bread alongside - definitely a better option. The wine was too warm.
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