A celebratory dinner was in store a month or so back and Jim asked me where I’d like to go; I’ve been wanting to go to Duck and Waffle for so long but never had enough of an excuse to go. Yeah yeah, waaaaaay behind the curve on this one. I may have mentioned the … More Duck & Waffle, Heron Tower
Look away Mum. Bob Bob Ricard happened again. Soz. What happens when you cross a ruddy great big boat load of Russian cash with a really rather good restaurateur, you get Bob Bob Ricard. The very definition of unashamed decadence. You won’t find subtlety here. Everything is dripping in luxury. Why? Because they can! Last week, … More Bob Bob Ricard, Soho
Oh how naive I am. The builder said three weeks to replace the floor in the kitchen and do a few other things. And I believed what we were told. The kitchen was duly emptied, boxed up and piled high in every other corner of the flat. De-camping to the utility room meant we have … More Salad for salad dodgers
It’s that time of year again when Pete comes over from Hong Kong and we have the perfect excuse to a posh dinner out – not that I ever need an actual excuse. Last time we did Quaglinos and the time before was Langans and the time before that was a cottage pie I had let … More The Ivy Chelsea Garden, Kings Road
