Tag Archives: lamb

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 […]

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 […]

Soe Burmese Cuisine

I’ve plundered all the local restaurants representing far-flung countries so more and more I’m having to venture out and about to the other horrid parts of London (North, East and South. And Central. Yuckers!) But that’s where the weird countries are. And as much as I hate to admit it, Brick Lane is crawling with […]

Alba Grill

It’s not all the Ritz and Carluccios for Charlie you know. In order to complete this quest I sometimes have to go south of the river, the East End, and North London. These are the terms of my quest by which I must abide, but hopefully I’ll never have to go to Croydon or Watford. […]

Riviera Bistro

Riviera Bistro Riviera Bistro is the sort of place that I could become positively evangelical about. I could go on about supporting local trade and foregoing franchise restaurants. But if you want that fart-sniffing Guardianista crap then go and read the Telegraph or whatever. I’m here for hard truth, excoriating wit and helpful directions. But […]

Afghan Kitchen

It’s convoluted, callously cruel and entirely self-serving, but my stance on British foreign policy is developing into an aggressively expansionist posture. Look it: In the last 15 years we’ve invaded Iraq and Afghanistan, generating a huge refugee population some of whom made their way to London to open delicious restaurants. So here’s what we do: […]

Lola & Simón

You still can’t believe it, but a year ago last Sunday Mrs Del Monte bowed to the inevitable and got married all over me. It was a brief but touching ceremony following her family tradition of punching all eligible women of our mutual acquaintance in the face. I thought that holding a roll of pennies […]