Tag Archives: City boys

December 12

The Guinea Grill. Gentleman’s relish.

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 […]

October 16

Hutong at the Shard. Lord, love a duck.

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.

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.

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.

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 […]

Brunch at the Duck & Waffle. Location Location Location.

I was torn, frankly, between the lure of Caravan, King’s Cross, which promised a more interesting-sounding menu and better coffee – and this. I was already feeling like a failed food blogger having not been there already so I went with my head and not my heart and chose this.

Roast. Borough Market.

Really, I hadn’t meant to stay for so long, but after the “SW19” cocktail at the beginning and the unspecified, but very alcoholic cocktail at the end, I suspect that my sense of time was somewhat impaired and it was a shock to look at my watch and see that the big hand was on […]

May 30

Coq D’Argent. Worth skiving off for.

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

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 Savoy Grill. My review for The Lawyer Magazine.