Tag Archives: Soho.

I confess : Cocomaya, Vintry, Pizza Pilgrims and Gelupo.

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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 […]

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Dean Street Townhouse.

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Dean Street Townhouse is part of The Soho House Group. I’m not sure I knew how big that group was, before I looked it up. I feel like I’m the last person in London to have worked it out. FoodbloggerFAIL. I first went during suicide for for a sensible meal time, the few days before […]

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The Company of Strangers. Quo Vadis.

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When I write a post, I know that there are people who follow it and get an actual email telling them I’ve dropped a blog.  Some of them I may even know in real life, but most of the time I don’t really think about my “followers” actually reading what I write. Even though I […]

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Tonkotsu. That is all there is.

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I was in the market for noodles. I’d had a ramen epiphany earlier in the week, and I just had to go back and try again. And please don’t tell me that you have been to Wagamama and don’t like their big soup-bowl noodles. I’m with you. Neither do I. There are a few similarities […]

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Bone Daddies. Bona.

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As I stride down Brewer Street, past the various sex shops which line the route to my destination on Peter Street, I wonder how many other managing partners of law firms do this sort of thing at lunchtime. I think I probably know the answer to that. There are quite a number of places that […]

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Yauatcha. Soho so-so.

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  I had a little urge to reacquaint myself with the minority sport that is dim sum. You may have noticed that I’ve been to Royal China (not the Club), on a number of occasions and each time, I’ve waxed lyrical. Unfortunately, my local Royal China does not serve dim sum in the evening.

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Barrafina. Simple. Perfect.

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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 […]

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10 Greek Street. I have seen the light.

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I’ve never quite got over the death of Alastair Little. I’m talking about the restaurant in Soho which bore his name, obviously, not the man himself.  Even though I don’t think that he cooked there very often towards the end, it was always consistent and interesting.  With simple,  fairly minimalist decor, it was my first choice […]

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Burger and Lobster. That’s all, folks.

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  So far this weekend I’d managed not to go to Scott’s of Mayfair, nor Bistrot Bruno Loubet, as planned. I wasn’t in a Scott’s mood to be honest– didn’t want to bump into the newly-thin Nigella or spend 25% too much on fairly average food.

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