Category London

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 […]

Valhalla

So I guess you thought I’d faded quietly into that sweet night. No such luck. I’ve just been busy. I’ve been travelling a bit (Prague, Madrid, Brussels) all of which I’ve blogged about before so didn’t think it was worth blogging again. Though I did have a nice sandwich in Brussels. Also, I’m one of […]

72QT

OK, the food was nothing to write home about. Barely enough to write a blog about. To be fair, 72QT (http://www.72qt.co.uk/) doesn’t claim to be an out and out restaurant. It’s actually a Latvian guesthouse which seasonally offers meals on the weekends if you book in advance. Which we did, but the single lady on […]

Mugi

People know me to be quite tough. I have a bit of a reputation. Let’s just say tramps don’t want to mess with me in GTA V because I’m quite handy with a golf club. And Nazis/innocent bystanders don’t mess with me in Call of Duty. And Princess Peach doesn’t mess with me in Mario […]

Nordic Bakery

I bet you thought I was quitting didn’t you? I bet you thought: “That Charlie Del Monte, yes he’s brainy and dead clever and has an ass that simply refuses to quit, but now he’s started being a dad, his amazing blog that basically saved the internet is all but finished.” First off, stop objectifying […]

De Hems Dutch Cafe Bar

Like German food and my love-making, Dutch food can be really rather good if unheralded. If I concentrate and try to recall lyrics from Michael BublĂ© songs I can keep going for virtually minutes. Bitterballen are the quintessential Dutch food: Deep fried, cheesy and moreish. Only partly like my love-making. They also do unconvincing hot […]

Cry Me A Rivington

The problem with the Rivington Grill (http://www.rivingtongrill.co.uk/) (or RG as I call it) is the location. It’s mired in the stinking East End besieged by fleets of hipster douches with their Amish beards and artisan skateboards but far too edgy to actually go inside. No they’d prefer to suck on organic quinoa from the back […]