So there is this Italian restaurant on Battersea High Street. And it is apparently quite nice, but obviously needs the punters in. Because certain nights of the week it will do you half price food. Those nights are Monday, Wednesday and Friday. […]

Upper Clapton in East London was once an up and coming area. Henry VIII owned Brook House, a 15th century country manor, now an ugly sixth form college. That was its heyday. The Krays lived in the area for a while, but considered it too rough.
A coup[…]

The Nags Head, Kinnerton Street, London SW1: A lot of the pubs we write about here have unpromising exteriors but great atmospheres. This is a pub which looks great and has a really promising, trad-boozer interior but feels lifeless. Its position in […]

Possibly the greatest advantage of working with international students is the exposure to international snack foods that comes with them. Recently I have eaten home-made Iranian sweets (actually too sweet for me despite much good will and obvious au[…]

If you should find yourself in Liverpool, and in posession of a thirst, can I please recommend  this pub. My head hurts, btw.[…]

Chips, cheese, gravy: what’s not to like?
 
For all London-based or visiting fans of Canadian cuisine not involving moose steaks, the Lyceum Tavern on the Strand serves poutine (attempted to post a picture, am fule and cannot make it […]

PUB NUTTER WATCH
 
The Calthorpe Arms. 4pm. Sunday. I go to the bar to get some more of the lovely Young’s Summer Zest. Whilst at the bar I am complimented on the beauty of my daughter. The problem? I do not have a daughter.
 
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Bringing pride back to African restaurants: ladies and gentlemen I give you the African Kitchen Gallery. After our appalling service in Addis a couple of weeks ago (as recounted here, here and here) it is nice to find a restaurant where service is ev[…]

I am never drinking any cocktail EVER AGAIN, (hem hem),  which isn’t listed on webtender.com. Yes, that means NO MORE PUBS “own-brew” cocktails, YES that means YOU, The Ben Crouch. No more random “blue” stuff for me[…]

I’ve been missing wild strawberries.
When I was a kid — a very little kid — there were wild strawberries growing down by the lake where we have our summer place. The houses are all built on a sloping rise crescenting the beach: the[…]