Category Archives: Marylebone

February 07

Texture. Let it snow.

Where shall we eat, asks my client. Near you? My heart does that little sinking feeling as I work in the culinary wasteland that is Marble Arch. But then I remember Texture. It is on the corner of Portman Square, opposite the exercise in wallet-emptying that is Locanda Locatelli.

January 28

Bernardi’s. The finest tart in the area.

I’m happy that the sexing up of that sorry bit of the Edgware Road around Marble Arch is now making great strides. Traditionally sexing up and Edgware Road have only meant the one thing and the prostitute problem on the Hyde Park Estate makes it feel like Kings Cross at times, and not the new […]

January 23

Lurra lurra love. Or, what a cow.

Many years ago, when I was younger and had more energy, I used to swim every morning before work, at the public baths in Seymour Place. My daily companions were a group of elderly  women who gathered there every morning, rain or shine, daily swim followed by daily gossip. I’ve been thinking about reinstating that habit, as my daily […]