private dining room – have you heard of it?

Little Quiet: The latest – and most clandestine – venture from Disappearing Dining Club

X18th July 2017

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: there’s nothing more impressive than turning up to a totally unassuming front door on a super residential street, and then pulling out a serious royal flush in the date stakes. Little

Jacoby’s Restaurant & Mercantile: Austin eatery with gift shop, perfect for al fresco brunch

America, Austin TX, Texas

X3rd February 2017

Not gonna lie, Jacoby’s menu can be a bit off-the-wall (Red Velvet French Toast is literally a deep-fried slice of red velvet cake, which seemed a little OTT to me!) but the overall Jacoby’s experience was bloody marvellous, and just

Radio Alice: Novel pizzeria on Hoxton Square – I’m in love

London, Shoreditch & East

X1st February 2017

Named after an Italian pirate radio station from the 1970s, and founded by the two guys behind successful Italian chain Berbere and the girl behind Gail’s bakery, Radio Alice is Hoxton Square’s newest addition, and it’s bloody brilliant. They do

Bar Douro: Portuguese wines & sharing plates in London’s Flat Iron Square

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X9th January 2017

The owner of Bar Douro comes from a family of winemakers, so it’s not surprising to hear that the grapes come first at this new Portuguese joint, recently established in a railway arch in Flat Iron Square. Adorned with hand-painted

No.197 Chiswick Fire Station: Velvet sofas, cacti & cocktails – brunch favourite in W4

London, West

X29th August 2016

Taking the top spot as my favourite West London brunch venue is No.197 Chiswick Fire Station, a bright and breezy open plan space on Chiswick High Road – another winning venture from the team behind Richmond’s No.1 Duke Street. With

No.1 Duke St: Beautiful all day dining venue in Richmond

London, West

X25th February 2016

People flock to Richmond for the wide expanses of the Park, walks along the river, or browsing the shops. But when you’re done with all that and getting hungry, up until very recently there hasn’t been much worth writing home

Paradise Garage: Far-out sharing plates in the Paradise Row arches

London, Shoreditch & East

X22nd February 2016

First there was The Dairy in Clapham, and then The Manor, just around the corner. Well now there’s Paradise Garage, all the way East on Bethnal Green’s Paradise Row – those railway arches opposite the Town Hall Hotel (so-called “Paradise”

Andina: Superfoods from the Peruvian Andes, beautifully served in Shoreditch

London, Shoreditch & East

X15th January 2016

A slew of Peruvian restaurants have opened in London over the past few years, but Andina (from the creators of Ceviche, Soho) has taken a different tack, creating a modern ‘picanteria’ at the top of Redchurch Street in Shoreditch, serving

Sel Rrose: Oysters, craft cocktails & industrial chic décor in Bowery

America, New York, New York NY

X26th May 2015

On the corner of Bowery and Delancey is Sel Rrose, a beautiful space furnished with a touch of early 20th century Parisian style, and a sprinkling of “demolition chic“. The bar’s name is inspired by Marcel Duchamp (or Rrose Sélavy,

Town House: Disappearing Dining Club in a Spitalfields antiques shop

London, Shoreditch & East

X25th May 2015

Disappearing Dining Club has a tendency to pop up in the strangest of places. The back room of a shop, a south London warehouse, a Dalston loft – a beautifully styled supper club will appear for one night only, laying

Blixen: Bright & breezy brasserie on the outskirts of Spitalfields, London

London, Shoreditch & East

X26th April 2015

All those who know The Riding House Café love The Riding House Café, so when founder Clive Watson threw open the doors of new restaurant Blixen on the perimeter of Spitalfields Market in Shoreditch, I made a brunch booking sharpish.

Bob Bob Ricard: Decadence, glamour & fantastic food in Soho

London, Soho

X20th March 2015

Russian-owned Bob Bob Ricard has been on my restaurant To Do list for a while, my interest piqued further still by the obscured windows that give nothing away about what’s inside. Obviously I’d heard stories of Russian glitz and glamour,