By the end of the year, when I’m work-knackered and even more crabby than usual, I crave the warm fug of a cosy room, lots of dark wood, tartan carpet and old-fashioned waiters in formal suits. I know, shocking. The Guinea Grill ticks all those boxes. It’s a restaurant that screams OLD CHAP. They use silver-plate vegetable […]
Tag Archives: City boys
October
16
Hutong at the Shard. Lord, love a duck.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I’d really no business to be going to the Shard for dinner. I’d no business to be going anywhere other than one of those places where they make you fast for a week. It had been a weekend of sheer piggery in Paris, where, on the Friday night, we unexpectedly ended up at Guy Savoy. […]
I confess : Cocomaya, Vintry, Pizza Pilgrims and Gelupo.
posted by Nicky Richmond
Four places in one day. I wasn’t on holiday. It wasn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary. And it’s not like it’s the first time either. Oh dear. So by way of confession, here’s what for me is a typical day. Every day, on my walk to work, I wander past the siren call of […]
June
14
Duck & Waffle. The Sequel.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I had been here for breakfast with the old man on a weekend. Mid-morning, on a Sunday, it was fairly sedate and half-empty and those regulars who might be found here of an evening were probably still nursing their hangovers. It was a different restaurant altogether when I got there on a Thursday night, with […]
Hawksmoor. I nearly fainted.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I have to make a big fat confession before I start. I was meant to review this for The Lawyer for breakfast. I did have the breakfast, sharing the room with only two other punters, which, given the size of the place was a little disconcerting, but I didn’t get round to posting the review and I need […]
May
30
Coq D’Argent. Worth skiving off for.
posted by Nicky Richmond
It was the parting of the white shirts, getting to our outdoor table. Like most of the City, this is a bit of a male bastion and the shirts belonged to men, most of them were considerably younger than me, but then, nowadays, most people are. It was a Monday, but the crowds and the […]
Muted at Morgan M – my review for The Lawyer Magazine
posted by Nicky Richmond
Morgan M It’s never good to walk into a restaurant and find that there are only two tables occupied. It doesn’t set the right tone. The restaurant is quietly comfortable in feel, quite formal and decorated in muted Farrow and Ball colours on just the right side of quirky. People have often said that the […]
The Food Judge 