Marble Arch, that bit near Primark, is the Bermuda Triangle of restaurants. It’s great for mid-priced mediocrity and for those sad souls who buy their lunch at Boots. For careful cooking that doesn’t break the bank, not so much.
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. I did that old-fashioned thing and phoned to book. There was none of usual Sisyphean endeavour needed to speak to an actual human at the […]