Seven at Brixton

If I was being generous I would start by saying that I suppose Seven isn’t technically a restaurant. But I’m not feeling generous. Far from it, in fact, because sitting down at the computer and recollecting…

Dehesa, Soho

How Dehesa has, until now, completely missed my radar I’m not sure as it is so completely and utterly ‘me’. Apart from anything else, it’s been there FIVE years for goodness sake. I’ve been to sister…

Spring Clean: Bistro Blitz Part Deux

Continuing last week’s spring clean and the series of bistro type venues I’ve failed spectacularly to blog until now, here are some more. I’ve noticed a correlation of reason for not having blogged earlier; bistros…

A Spring Clean: Bistro Blitz

Now that there seems to be an occasional hint of sun in the sky (may I not jinx it by saying this) and the daffodils are poking through I decided to have a bit of a spring…

Yauatcha, a Dim Sum Dream

I love dim sum. Juggling slippery har gau with chopsticks, peeling opening bright white springy char sui bao buns to reveal the sticky pork inside, its the stuff dreams are made of. In short I…