Tag Archives: london

Point Brack(enbury)

To honour the advancing of Mrs Del Monte’s age by a year, Mrs Del monte’s folks kindly took me to The Brackenbury Restaurant (http://www.brackenburyrestaurant.co.uk/) nestled in the heart of Brackenbury Village. And Mrs Del Monte. Brackenbury Village, for those who find Chiswick too hip, Kensington too bustly and Barnes not twee enough. The Brackenbury was […]

PĂ©trus

Supernanny is the best hangover TV in my opinion. The combination of simple problem-solving, armchair psychology, fun activities and the hotness of Jo Frost diverts you enough from your pain and the existential crisis of profound veisalgia. A distant second is all cooking shows and second best among these is the tried and test formula […]

Taste of London

I managed to fit in Taste of London (http://london.tastefestivals.com/) last weekend and what a bizarre, wonderful event it was. Imagine a trade show / retail exhibition / Bestival without the bands and only the snooty tents and you probably have it. A gazillion restaurants, food suppliers and booze pushers were there, and clamouring for attention […]

Ritzkrieg

If food is the currency of love (and it is) then Mrs Del Monte has earned herself an affair with a really hot guy (Hugh Grant) or two affairs with average guys (Ant then Dec). Not only did she mark my Birthday with a surprise trip to Lisbon last week, she took me out to […]

Mimino

Horse and I met for supper at Mimino (http://www.mimino.co.uk/) off Kensington High Street so we could have a go at Georgian cuisine and we weren’t disappointed. We ate Georgian cuisine. The waitress informed us that the clientele was 70% Russian, 15% Georgian and 15% British. Every meal should start off with a good stat, but […]

Ramen Nose

Me, the Missus and our chums, Horse and Filly, succumbed to a yen for ramen this week and headed to Tonkotsu (http://www.tonkotsu.co.uk/) in Soho. I got terribly excited, because I thought it would be specialising in tonkAtsu, but it was some sort of sick joke and I had to take a few minutes to cry […]

Douche Safari

I was deceived, lied to and betrayed near constantly yesterday. The tossing weathermen promised 17 degrees; I was promised a trip to the East End to sneer at hipsters which turned into a trawl through Columbia Road vintage shops; and the pork we ordered in Laxeiro (http://www.laxeiro.co.uk/) tasted suspiciously like beef. Actually the latter was […]