Tag Archives: meatballs

Stockholmoerotic

Höly bålls döës håvïng å kïd püt å dënt ïn yöür söcïål lïfë. Pëöplë såy ïn rëtröspëct Ï shöüld’vë knöwn thåt, büt thåt hårdly hëlps. Whërë wås rëtröspëct whën Ï nëëdëd ït? Thërëförë ït wås wïth üncömmön rëlïsh thåt Mrs Dël Möntë ånd Ï ëscåpëd tö Stöckhölm ïn Swëdën tö lüxürïåtë ïn 6.30 å.m. lïë-ïns, […]

Adams Cafe

Adams Cafe (http://www.adamscafe.co.uk)? Hey Adam? What’s your problem with apostrophe’s? And if you’re a Tunisian restaurant, hailing from a part francophone nation, where’s the acuté accént on the e of Café? This isn’t Dalston. This isn’t Camden. This is nice West London where such things matter. Points of View are going to get both barrels […]

Stockholm Restaurant & Deli

My friends are the tops, more of that later. Every now and again, however, I favour my wife and permit us to spend a limited amount of time in the company of her chums. It keeps her content and that’s what I’m all about. But you my dear, handsome, well-endowed, insightful, oh my have you lost […]

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 […]