The room is beautifully light, even on a crappy November day. It's got to be one of the most elegant dining rooms in London at mid-price.
The service was good - charmingly wonky, I like that. Other people paying these kinds of prices might prefer to cross the road to the Delaunay to seek the kind of standard they're used to paying for. For myself, I'm not sure I'd walk past Spring, which is just across the courtyard and in my experience does this kind of thing better.
Standard Italian eats in tourist London lifted by a charming waiter.
Stereotypically dire Parisian service. It doesn't have to be like this.
Steak-frites? Oui, monsieur!
A one-two of snooker and kebab on Green Lanes. Jimmy White would be proud.
Cheekily I’ve borrowed the title of this blog from a book I admire very much, Nairn’s London, which was reprinted in 2014 by Penguin.* Had he been around now my guess is that Nairn would not have been especially impressed with much of the built environment of London as it has developed over the last few…