Living near Waterloo station has some perks. We used to have the Eurostar on our doorsteps, now we have the Railway Children performances (no, really). But sometimes we also have some special, one offs events which are worth checking out. One of these is surely the Minotaur, a temporary art exibit with music with a bar with a bunch of Michelin starred chefs. We decided to check it out with a coupe of friends. It’s all quite strict and you…
I am always a bit pre judgmental on tapas restaurant, partly because tapas are not my favourite food, and mainly because I seem to always end up disappointed by Spanish cuisine. So when a friend told me he had booked Salt Yard for a work reunion I was not entirely keen on the choice, despite the website’s claim that they serve food inspired by the flavours of not only Spain, but Italy as well. Iberico The restaurant is warmly decorated,…
I have been on Twitter for some time now and I am still loving the fact that it generates discussion, it keeps me informed on topics I like and it puts me in touch with like minded people. And it is with two of these like minded people (foodies, in this instance) that I planned a meal out at Italian eaterie in Pimlico, Tinello. The ladies in question are anglo-neapolitan @gigi_nav and pasta specialist @linguinadc Both of them had already…
***this restaurant has since closed down*** I do not normally go to italian restaurants in London, and occasionally, I even succumb to the type of italian restaurant that I should not, ever, eat at, such as Isolabella in Holborn. Nothing that bad, but with a menu that reads like a 1980s touristy version on some classics such as Carbonara (with cream, eeeew), it’s not somewhere I should be spending my money. So with some trepidation we left friends’ drinks to get…
When you spend 50 quid on food and drinks and come home hungry, something is not quite right. As I munch on crackers and rapeseed mayo (delicious) I reflect on the evening events which saw me experiencing the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party at posh London hotel the Sanderson. As a wannabe foodie, I cannot help but feel the urge to blog about the soiree, partly food related but generally, to write yet another ‘grumpy old woman’ account of a hit…