I want someone to look at me the way I look at pizza.
Because if it’s not too much it’s not enough.
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.
There was just enough time to nip to the loo before dinner was served. The toilets lurk beyond two doors – labelled ‘Chicks’ and ‘Dicks’.
Even though at Bundance the patties are served slider-sized, there was going to be an inevitable capacity issue.
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.
“Wait was 😦 but food 🙂 and bar staff 🙂 lovely, thank you”.
Seven years on from writing this post, I don’t think the popping candy cheesecake ever made it onto the menu.
Great food, a great mate, great weather, in my favourite part of my favourite city. I wore my favourite pair of ripped jeans just for the occasion.