Cake at Café Royal
Having spent a morning pacing Oxford Street on a Saturday (I thought it was a stupid idea too but sometimes needs must) and a sprint down Regent Street dodging tourists and the bubble-blowing man outside…
Having spent a morning pacing Oxford Street on a Saturday (I thought it was a stupid idea too but sometimes needs must) and a sprint down Regent Street dodging tourists and the bubble-blowing man outside…
A cold, rainy night in central London. Wandering through Soho, we wanted good quality, comforting food without the need to queue in the street or be turned away from venue after venue. Or in other words; meat.…
Another weekend and another Paris trip. Its too temptingly easy isn’t it when you can hop on a train early in the morning, have a snooze then wake up in Paris. Only problem with such…
I remember when this place was a Vodka Revolution bar stuck down a grotty side street in Soho whose raison d’être was little more than for the drunken amorous encounters of late night revellers or an apparent double…
Another day, another burger joint. Yawn. As soon as I saw the crazy moustachioed hipster man on BBC’s The Restaurant Man last year introducing Southampton to the delights of drippy burgers in squishy brioche buns…