Last time I went to Pitt Cue I flounced off in a huff. Too much queueing, too little communication, too much chaos. There is only so much I’m prepared to tolerate for a plateful of pulled pork, even if it’s from a furry, fatty Mangalitza pig, their porky USP. My queue strop happened when they had that […]
Tag Archives: City boys
December
12
The Guinea Grill. Gentleman’s relish.
posted by Nicky Richmond
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.
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 […]
Boundary – the text of my Lawyer Review
posted by Nicky Richmond
They didn’t bat an eyelid at the tattoos, but, after all, it is Shoreditch. It must scare a few pinstripes; I mean, they know it exists, and only a minute’s cab ride from Liverpool Street, but it’s actually in ANOTHER WORLD. I mean, it’s in Tower Hamlets, for God’s sake.
The Savoy Grill. Not what it was.
posted by Nicky Richmond
Offered the Savoy Grill to review, I jumped at it. I was thinking about the Savoy of old, of course, a place of legend. A grown up sort of a place, somewhere you might be taken by your kindly uncle, up from the country to visit his stockbroker and who would repair afterwards to his […]
