Foreword: I’ve been told by an eminent QC that I’m losing my touch and am being too nice in my reviews. “I like the ones where you hate it”, he says, “far more entertaining”. I cited in my defence a number of my less than glowing reviews but to no avail. Whilst he was only half […]
Tag Archives: damn fine coffee
February
22
St John. It’s the daddy.
posted by Nicky Richmond
We’d escaped to the Beckford Arms at the weekend, a gastropub with rooms, deep in the heart of the West Country. Despite being run by boys who look like they should be in a Boden catalogue, it’s well worth a visit.
To Moro to Moro I love you to Moro
posted by Nicky Richmond
I’d been to see a geezer selling reclaimed floors out in the wilds of E4.I suggested that made C come with me. He was thrilled. Amazing that he has been in London for nearly thirty years, but has never driven through the joy that is Palmers Green, viewed from the highway to heaven that is the […]
August
30
Medlar. Not an open-ers in sight.
posted by Nicky Richmond
Medlar. Not meddler. Which is sometimes said of me. Unfairly, in my view. And medlar is a fruit which is rotten before it is ripe. Have a look: My favourite reference to it appears in Chaucer. An old slang name for medlar is open arse. I’m glad I know that. “This white top writeth myne […]
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 […]
Barrafina. Simple. Perfect.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I was happy that I had finally made it after months of near misses. Greeted by a plate of crispy deep-fried prawns, the recruitment consultant whose guest I was, had chosen wisely. They were incredibly fresh. I’m glad that I hadn’t noticed them earlier, opposite, in the iced display. They were so fresh that they […]
Liking Locanda Locatelli.
posted by Nicky Richmond
The unexpected death of Central London during the Olympics meant I could get in on an hour’s notice. That never usually happens here, where visits have to be planned weeks in advance.
RIP : The very late and very great ; I should Coco(rino)
posted by Nicky Richmond
The selfish part of me just wants to keep this quiet. I’ve already made the mistake of telling a client, who disturbed my early morning reverie, spreading out his food order over the narrow benches and making friends with the staff. Doesn’t he know there’s a routine? I need quiet. I can get there at 7 […]
The Food Judge 