Dear Reader, you know I love good food, whether it be highbrow or lowbrow. Sometimes though, you encounter a restaurant that surpasses all expectations. L’Atelier de Joel Robuchon is that restaurant.
Hello Dear Reader! We’ve made it! We have conquered 2015 and left it eating our dust! Welcome to the wonder that is ginandjuicing in 2016! What better way to celebrate the new year than by shoving a burger in your face? No better way I say, so that’s why I took myself off to one of the originators of the London burger scene, GBK, which was set up by three Kiwi guys waaaay back in 2001.
Hello Dear Reader. I think you’ll agree with me when I say that when you peer cautiously out the other side of a two-day white wine hangover, the last thing you think about is ‘what a delightful drunken snack I consumed the other night’. Normally all you can feel is the bile of regret creeping up in your throat. However, I bring you good news. If ever you make the poor choice of drinking vats of Pinot Grigio with a Welsh person at Gordon’s, don’t go to the Charing Cross Maccy’s, instead stumble yourself into Five Guys for glorious burger and fries.
ginandjuicing hit Paris recently to attend a friend’s wedding and to take in the sights, smells and most importantly, tastes of this great city. In the four days I was in France I managed to eat my own bodyweight in cheese, bread and Croque Monsieur (essentially cheese and bread then), the highlights of my nomming I will detail for your drooling pleasure.
You may not know this, Dear Reader, but I’m quite a fan of Aldo Zilli, so when he followed me recently on Twitter I was delighted. To celebrate this great social media moment I decided to take myself and my lovely friend Lucy to Cicchetti Covent Garden, which is owned by the San Carlo Group which Mr Zilli consults for.
When in Soho, go where those in the know go to Café Boheme. The outdoor seats are always packed with well-heeled types drinking Aperol spritz and people watching, so you’d be wise to book a table. On a Friday night the restaurant is loud and bustling with efficient service from the chic black and white clad staff and the patrons are a mix of tourists who can’t believe their luck, the theatre crowd and of course, me. Continue reading