Tag Archives: Notting Hill

May 28

Six Portland Road. It’s the real thing.

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 […]

August 14

Rabbit and The Shed.

We have also the wines from success, said our waiter, in a thick accent of indeterminate origin, his ponytail pulled back so tightly that he had given himself a Croydon facelift. We decided to give the wines of success a miss when we worked out that they were wines from Sussex, not that I’ve got anything against […]

March 22

Wormwood. Your guess is as good as mine.

I have no idea why they named it Wormwood. After the herb? Or perhaps the star mentioned in the Book of Revelations, which, according to Wikipedia, falls to Earth and poisons a third part of the earth’s waters. #Awkward. Described on the website as “wholesome, creative colourful dishes inspired by tapas/mezze culture executed with French […]

July 20

Polpo Notting Hill. Yummy, mummy.

I haven’t been to the original Soho Polpo. Like a foodie version of too posh to push, I’m just too old to stand in line. Not to mention impatient. And even though I am generally to be found right up there on my high horse about the no booking thing, I thought that it might […]

July 02

Marianne. Middling.

When I was a baby lawyer,  I entertained a fantasy that I would do law for about ten years, then open up a little neighbourhood restaurant. That was before I realised how much physical work, not to mention financial risk would be involved and I don’t do risk. Less a liberation from the law and more […]

The Ledbury. Love, actually.

I like a chef who looks after his customers. To the extent of coming out of the kitchen with a rolling-pin during a riot, even. And the chef in charge here, Brett Graham, is a star.  What is it about Aussie chefs?  Caravan, Granger & Co and now this. And I wasn’t even trying. Tip: […]

Granger & Co

I’ve got a Bill Granger book. Bill’s Basics. He’s smiling on the front of it. He doesn’t look English. He’s too happy. I liked the idea of his fabled Aussie breakfasts and the pictures are good. I haven’t quite got round to using it.* And I am not covering the breakfast offering, which looks great […]

Assaggi. Taste. Not all of it good.

Assaggi. Apparently it means taste, or sampling. The “taste” bit is right, if you exclude the décor.  The “sampling”bit?  Only if you count my straying fork. This isn’t sharing food and it isn’t a sampling menu, in the conventional sense. I’d describe the food as classical Italian cooking. The menu changes a bit, but it […]

NOW CLOSED FOR BUSINESS : Le Cafe Anglais.

I wanted to love it. I used to love Kensington Place, in its early days and I love Rowley Leigh‘s writing in the FT, but I didn’t love this. I didn’t hate it either, though, I just wasn’t excited by it.