A delightful lunch at Bread Street Kitchen, St. Paul’s.
“Doesn’t taste like Newark”.
Excessively enjoying a conveyor belt of cheese and charcuterie at Pick & Cheese at Seven Dials Market.
Crappy weather. But oh, to be able to dine-in, even it is out!
God knows why they call it a tavern.
Guildford Positano doesn’t have such incredible P.R. as ‘sexiest Italian restaurant in town’ or ‘kick-ass Sunday brunch’, but it does hit the mark by being a properly decent neighbourhood haunt.