When I saw the location of Dum Biryani House on the map I thought “uh-oh… we are never going to get a walk-in table here.” It’s about forty yards off Oxford Street, down one of the side roads. It’s Saturday lunchtime. It’ll be mobbed. Except no. Because it’s just a single door with a rather …
Very strange experience. When we got home from a lovely weekend around Broadstairs and Ramsgate (including a brilliant meal at Stark in Broadstairs – more on that in a mo) we decided to just flop out on the sofa and watch a film. So we picked “Juliet, Naked”, a gently funny Nick Hornby adaptation from …
Towards the end of our lunch at The Barbary I was trying to work out whether the likely £90 bill was going to be worth it. We’d had some lovely food (more on that later) and a nice drop of plonk but the price was heading towards fine dining. Then on the bill I noticed …
Have I reached the end? Should I stop blogging when I can’t think of any witty, amusing, interesting or tangential theme with which to start a review? Or do I have a duty, nay a calling, to provide the internet-reading public with short, punchy, considered reviews of some of the most delicious places to eat …
Kiln is a narrow little joint, mostly bar. Places like this come and go in Soho all the time – queues out the door on year one, vanished three years later. I’ve no idea what the recipe for longevity is, but I like Kiln so I hope they find it. Inspired loosely by northern Thailand …