Brunch (well, beer and breakfast) at the Electric diner. Fun fact: John Christie used to work next door.
Taking The European for some Sri Lankan hair-of-the-dog.
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.
Dishoom has an Irani café ethos of simplicity, humbleness and accessibility: with the exception of being able to simply get through their doors in the first place.
Please get out there and support my wonderful industry and the equally wonderful people who depend on it for their livelihoods.
Bespoke-barrelled Jack Daniels. Your argument is invalid.
The Mayor a whimsical entrance, experience, and exit. Consistently rambunctious, and bloody fantastic.
Any more creative buzz words on SushiSamba’s website and my laptop screen would disappear up its own arse.
“I ordered it, and I don’t even want it”.