image September 21

The Clove Club. Who said romance was dead?

“Happy loving couples make it look so easy.” Joe Jackson, 1989. I’d last been to The Clove Club on Valentine’s Day, that passion-killer which ranks up there with New Year’s Eve as top of my nights to stay at home under all circumstances. I was so overjoyed to be able to find that a table […]

It's the law. September 20

Oldroyd. Local Hero.

Think about your dream neighbourhood restaurant. It would have a chef-owner who actually cooks in the kitchen. It would be around the corner, so that you could stagger home, if and when necessary. They would know you, so that when you called they would always manage to squeeze you in. The food would be fresh, […]

image September 10

Sushi Samba. Splash the cash.

My FOMO has reached new proportions. I know that this is a mix of Japanese, Brazilian and Peruvian, pure con-fusion food.  Though I know my nigiri from my sashimi, I’m not so hot on the churrascos and the anticuchos, so I have decided to plan in advance,  otherwise known as looking up menu items online. You know how it is, too many […]

Pretty  pretty August 30

Petersham Nurseries Café. A garden at the centre.

Petersham Nurseries. Remember that? Of course you do. You’ll probably be remembering its glory days, under Skye Gyngell, when it had a Michelin star and everyone went on about how expensive it was. I never really fancied it then, I’m not sure why. Perhaps it was the airy-fairiness of it, or the worry that I […]

Not at all over the top. The entrance. August 25

André Garrett at Cliveden House.

Shall we go to Cliveden, I say to C, who is sitting on the chair in the kitchen, playing with his phone, whilst I am preparing a schedule of mortgage requirements for a new client. Unsurprisingly, the tedium is leading me to thoughts of escape. There are only so many times you can re-organise the […]

image August 21

The Newman Arms. Not your average boozer.

No, it’s not the Newman Street Tavern, a hop skip and a jump away, around the corner, on Newman Street but you’d be forgiven for being confused by this two Newman-named gastropubs malarkey. The Newman Arms in its current incarnation is the brainchild of Matt Chatfield who has, according to the website, spent the last […]

Giving it some welly. August 14

Rabbit and The Shed.

We have also the wines from success, said our waiter, in a thick accent of indeterminate origin, his ponytail pulled back so tightly that he had given himself a Croydon facelift. We decided to give the wines of success a miss when we worked out that they were wines from Sussex, not that I’ve got anything against […]

Sea trout. See trout? July 31

Chez Bruce. Safety first.

There is, I am told an unspoken rivalry between local supporters of Trinity, Clapham and Chez Bruce, Wandsworth and there are very definitely two camps. My companion for the evening, J, is very definitely in the Trinity camp and I sense that he is not entirely comfortable on enemy ground.

Step inside, love July 15

Eleven Madison Park. Fine dining, alive and well.

Have I eaten in a morgue? Google the death of fine dining and you’ll see a plethora of articles telling us it’s all over. The most recent funeral oration is that given by Jay Rayner, in the Guardian, where he refers  to a survey which states that 70% of diners have turned against fine dining, linking to a headline in The […]

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Amaya. Rich pickings.

I feel like I’m five, says C, waving his arms high in the air and simulating an exaggerated knife and fork movement. The chairs in the raised section of the restaurant are too low or the tables are too high, it doesn’t matter which. Obviously, I point this out and the maître d’ suggests I might […]


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