It is a Monday lunchtime and a tedious morning has my brain looking for a food-based displacement activity. There is nothing calling to me within a mile of my office and I am not in the mood for polite conversation.
Tag Archives: Soho.
June
25
Duck and Rice. Ever been to a Chinese pub?
posted by Nicky Richmond
I’ve never seen anything like it says C, almost smiling, practically a whole page of beers. This from the man whose favourite card is one bearing the legend “Beer: proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy”. I order the food whilst he loses himself in a world of hops.
June
10
Ham Yard, Soho.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I have lived in London for more years than I care to remember, but I have never before been to Ham Yard, slap, tickle and bang in the middle of Soho. Ham Yard was placed firmly on the Soho tourist map by the opening of the Ham Yard Hotel, part of the Firmdale Group. I […]
May
28
Antidote, visit no. 2. Upstairs. Winning in the West End
posted by Nicky Richmond
Thwarted by an electricity fault in a planned visit to Duck & Rice, my friend F suggested a trip to Antidote, the little wine bar off Carnaby Street which I was keen to revisit, as I did it all wrong last time, eating in the bar downstairs, with only cheese and charcuterie to keep me company.
May
09
NOW CLOSED ……Rex & Mariano, Soho. My boat has come in.
posted by Nicky Richmond
“What do you mean we have to order using an iPad?”, says J, making her mind up in seconds and not in a good way. And the table is only for two hours because we are a party of fewer than five. We get a little “hmmph” before she realises that the iPad thing brings […]
March
05
The Gay Hussar.
posted by Nicky Richmond
“We had that Hugh Grant in here once, upstairs, private party. They had 19 bottles of this wine. Not a lot, that, between the 17 of them, but I had to taste them all”. “Oh,”‘ I say politely, “that’s quite a lot, how did you manage?” ” Well, I came downstairs, had a Jack […]
February
03
Smoking Goat. Thai BBQ. No goat.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I don’t really feel like being vomited on, says my dining companion, as we spot someone who has had way too many drinks for a Tuesday lunchtime, nay for any lunchtime, arguing with the double doors, dangerously close to where we are sitting. He lurches in. The waiter tries to get rid of him. He […]
October
23
The Palomar. Party time.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I didn’t get to hear the drum thing. It’s the owner’s special party trick; a little percussion medley, using the pots and pans in the galley kitchen, whilst customers perched on their barstools drink shots. Obviously the very thought of having that sort of display going on in front of me brings me out in […]
September
10
Bob Bob Ricard. Golden Balls in Golden Square.
posted by Nicky Richmond
I see we’ve failed at the first hurdle then, said the Managing Director, who sidled up to the table as we finished our main course, using the very words I’d used on Twitter just a short while earlier. Gone are the days when I’d have done that English thing and said no, really, everything is […]
April
17
Social Eating House. It jarred.
posted by Nicky Richmond
JP, who I know IRL, as they say on Twitter, had passed my blog to a group of her friends and they wanted to get together, to eat and to talk about food. Like I’d need to even think about it. So, together with JP, JM, G, H and S, this was a second outing […]
