Category London

Erebuni Restaurant

Foreword: This brings up the big 75 for this blog. The three-quarter century is a key landmark in virtually any domain. I started this quest in 2013 and one thing is for sure, I wouldn’t have made it this far without the indominatable Mrs Del Monte. Rain or shine, pregnant or not pregnant, nursing or […]

ROKA Hard

[Full disclosure: This was a birthday gift from my sister and back-up organ donor, Dangles Del Monte, and her Mancake who is in the business. If it had been a can of expired cat food with a candle in it, I would have high-fived the waiter. They went one better.] I’ve long extolled the many […]

McNasty

[Cripes alorky! Everyone look busy. In a first for this blog, Mrs Del Monte is putting pen to paper. Mind your Ps and Qs, tuck your shirt in, tie your laces, drag a comb through your hair, push the outie belly button in. Chin up, chest out. If she asks, I blog every day, dutifully, […]

Lemongrass

Lemongrass Restaurant claims to be the only Cambodian restaurant in the UK. A bold claim that I can’t be bothered to fact check but am going to assume is wrong unless everyone accepts my equally staggering counter claim: Charlie Del Monte is the greatest love machine in Cambodia. We cool? Nestled in the heart of […]

All Shikumen Up

[Once again, I’ve outsourced a blog to Knockers. She’s like my own private Bangalore. Which might explain the terrific bangers. That’s a word used by Gok Wan. I don’t normally use Gok Wan as a cultural touchstone, but fatherhood and onanism have changed me.] As we all know, the first rule of Epicureanism is that […]

Sri Lankan Food

That’s the name of the place. Sri Lankan Food. Props to the naming committee. No really. You really pushed the boat out there. You knocked it out of the park. Drop the mic, walk away. In case you didn’t realise I’m being sarcastic. There must be a million awesome names for a Sri Lankan food […]

Zoe’s Ghana Kitchen

The year: sometime before 2010. The place: Brixton. The people: Mrs Del Monte before she was Mrs Del Monte, let’s call her Hopeful Lee McMeeting Charliesoon; and Zoe. Hopeful barges past Zoe on in the doorway of the Iceland near Brixton tube station, elbowing her in the jugular setting in motion the most elaborate sting […]