The first time I came across Worton, I didn’t get it. A cold winter’s morning trudging round a few barren vegetable beds and empty greenhouses wasn’t really doing it for me. I don’t know what made me go back, but it was summer the next time I went to Worton. And by then it was […]
The Lawyer Eats returns: “Texture is one of London’s great lunchtime fine dining bargains,” says Brecher managing partner Nicky Richmond.
It’s rare that I go back and update my reviews but it has been known, especially where the restaurant has changed so much that I would be worried that someone would rely on the review and have a bad experience.
Did you enjoy it? Asks the waitress, for what, by this point, is the third time. I’m not enjoying your service style, I don’t say, even though I’m getting steadily more irritated as the meal progresses.
If I were given the power to make the law, rather than just interpret it, I would rule that all toilets had to be in the Japanese style. Features include a heated seat which flips down to welcome you, strategically-placed jets to wash you down, and a built-in blowdryer to conclude proceedings. It senses when you have finished and then flushes itself and closes, without the need for intervention by the human hand. Who wouldn’t want that?
Never a great sign, Monday lunchtime and about four tables occupied. Not when it’s a space as large as this cavernous room, which must surely have been a banking hall in a former life.
Did you know there was a restaurant in Bonhams Auction House in the West End? It’s been open since the end of 2014 and already holds a Michelin star. Not bad going for the young chef, Tom Kemble, in charge of his own restaurant for the first time.
Post Brexit, I am taking my chances taking C to Hackney to eat. It would have been bad enough had the vote gone with Remain, but less than five days after what was for C pretty much the end of western civilisation, I am playing with fire.
“God, the pressure, choosing for you, you have no idea what it’s like,” says M, head clerk of a set of barristers’ chambers which shall be known as WC.
You may ask yourself, how did I get here? Well, quite easily really; a flight to Inverness and then a three-hour drive through some of the most magnificent scenery I have ever seen.
It’s rare that I go into a restaurant and feel young. To be frank, it’s rare that I do anything these days and feel young, so it is with great pleasure that I report that there is a new restaurant in the ‘hood where those of a certain age and attitude will feel extremely at home.
In an effort to spread my dining net further afield than central London and South Oxfordshire, my two usual stamping grounds, I decided to go west, specifically to Bristol and even more specifically, the Clifton part of Bristol.