Bespoke-barrelled Jack Daniels. Your argument is invalid.
Eddie’s super-screwed sangria.
The menu – like the room – was very small and limited. It was causing an amusing degree of confusion with a party of five Americans sat next to us.
Eating and drinking doesn’t come any better than this.
I want someone to look at me the way I look at pizza.
“A bit crowded. Weird tables.”
Because if it’s not too much it’s not enough.
Seven years on from writing this post, I don’t think the popping candy cheesecake ever made it onto the menu.