Attempt to use cabbage and not taste it, leads to lauding cabbage and apologies.
A lesson in turning myself off sushi for a million years.
You don’t have to be sat in the window (or drunk) to enjoy SushiSamba, but it definitely helps.
“well you’re the one eating it so I don’t mind, I’ll have a bite”.
BAO is lauded across the city for the quality of its food, but also for arguably less agreeable accolades such as a recent mention in TimeOut’s recent ‘London’s best no-booking restaurants’ listing.
It’s like one of my favourite ramen. It took me less than ten minutes to eat it, slurp it in, mmnn. Like the world didn’t matter anymore.
Siam Secret is a little treasure; attracting both Thai folks in search of authentic homely cuisine, and posh bachelors in search of a misplaced watering hole.
A typically well-run Vietnamese café: swiftly expedited food, trotting across all tastes and whims such as phở noodle soup, the staples of duck, pork, beef, chicken and service with a smile.
I have never, ever had a bad night at a BYOB restaurant. My weapons of choice at Mien Tay were Guinness and John Smiths.
Untitled is located on Kingsland Road. It is also always close to the sound of police sirens and surrounded by a slight but standard feeling of unease or dread that comes from frequenting a very gentrified establishment in a half-gentrified neighbourhood.