Dear reader, you may recall ‘Non-Stinky’ Jeff’s glowing review of Sunday lunch at the Dial Arch pub in Woolwich. Having been there for lunch today I can only imagine he was talking about a different Dial Arch pub…
Now that the really quite good Turkish restaurant Tike has bitten the dust I’ve been eager to find a replacement. I had heard good things about Haz Premier Place so thought it worth a try. Alas the food turned out to be anodyne industrial slop of the most mind-warpingly lacklustre variety…
Guest blogger ‘Non Stinky’ Jeff Home reports on one of London’s other steak houses.
After hearing that it was the best steak in London, we decided to indulge in dinner at Goodman Mayfair. As I’m sure you know, we rate Hawksmoor as the best steak in London, but in the interests of fairness we thought we’d see what all the fuss was about.
We had booked a day ahead and…
As far as horrible, horrible Woolwich goes Viet Baguette is a veritable stream of bat’s piss – by which I mean it shines out like a shaft of gold when all about is dark. The opening of this Vietnamese sandwich (Banh Mi) and coffee establishment has finally brought the possibility of a brilliant lunch to the prole-tastic pool of festering scum that is Woolwich and in doing so has…
Yesterday I had the great pleasure to dine at Hawksmoor, London’s best meat restaurant, in the company of some engaging and entertaining chaps. Many thanks to Guy Dennis for organising it; it was lovely to see you and Paul Day again and distinctly jolly to make the acquaintance of Nigel Platts-Martin, a restauranteur with a deep love for and knowledge about wine…
When you arrive at The Vineyard at Stockcross you’d be forgiven for thinking you had pulled up the driveway of some odious chain hotel in a charmless provincial city. If the recommendations had not been so glowing I would have been worried, very worried…
Guest blogger Jeff Home reports on Sunday lunch at our local boozer.
Every Sunday around midday across our fine country, publicans arrange chairs around tables, adjust their horn-rimmed glasses and brush off ancient signage in the hope of enticing punters in to their invariably dingy and dark establishments…
You may recall that I gave a talk in the Houses of Parliament on behalf of the excellent charity Rethink on the subject of being a nutcase (with wine references, of course); I reposted the talk here if you are vaguely interested…
Hawksmoor most definitely delivered a ludicrously high quality lunch experience. There are no words I can add to this picture:
Shame about the background lettuce, eh?.
Having read this article I discover that the National Institute for Health and Clinical excellence are a bunch of meddling busybodies who feel they have the right to dictate exactly how should live our lives. These kind of jumped-up farts annoy me more than it is possible to believe…
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