Thanks to the ease of finding Indie Chicken, it had been a while since I darkened the doors of a proper kebab shop. Bored with endless variations on spicy wings and with an anniversary to observe, we loaded up on Litovel at the Swimmer before popping[…]

Anyone who read my piece on potato soup (wonderful for breakfast too!) will note a liberalness with words relating to cream. Creaminess is a virtue I admire, mainly because cream is a foodstuff I adore. Now admittedly the creaminess of a potato soup […]

I wuv potatoes. This is a fact that no publog reader can ignore. My favouirte cookbook is In Praise Of The Potato by Lindsey Bareham, and my second favourite is A Celebration Of Soup by – er – Lindsey Bareham (you find a food writer you l[…]

Science meddling in matters it cannot comprehend, the concept of ‘needs a refill’ is a terribly flexible one, and much better managed by the trained eye observing the ‘cheeky line’ than this robot nonsense.[…]

From fap.com‘s review of the Montague Arms in SE15: “If it’s just a drink you want, though, there are decent pubs much nearer the New Cross stations”.
Yeah dudes, I wish that was the bloody case… I mean if you want just […]

As in PIES from the ungooglable pseudo-pret café chain EAT, rather than what was written on the pitch-side hoardings in “billy the fish” strips.
Unfortunately as I reached the counter the turkey and stuffing ones sold out, and I didn&#82[…]

What is it with The White Horse on Rupert Street? Why can’t the Fancyapint team see it? Do they harbour a secret grudge against this most brown of Sam Smith’s hostelries? Did they get lost in the funny back stairs before? Or is it their f[…]

Okay, the staff are not theatrically rude, as they are in Wong Kei, and this Dalston Vietnamese is much tastier. Nevertheless it is dirt cheap and about as filling as I want my food to be. And it is my first Vietnamese in London that does food like w[…]

Seen at Victoria this morning, an advert for Holiday Inn with a picture of an egg and the text:
“Poached. Boiled. Scrambled. Then fried?”
the idea being that Holiday Inn will do your eggs any way you want, even the atomic way! Quite how t[…]

i like wine.
i love it.
but i don’t know anything really, just that i’ll drink any old plonk (oh i like this one rioja my local always has).
so the other night i went w’ a load of wealthier, older, wiser people (swill the wine in th[…]