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Living in London has a tendency to make one a little insular. Before moving here I used to get infuriated at the ignorance of those bloody Southern monkeys about anything north of Watford. Now that I’m here, sadly I’m starting…
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There are a lot of good places to drink in Covent Garden, but also a lot of massively dire ones. The scale of dire there ranges from the hipster, moustached and uncomfortable, to the downright loutish. If I see another…
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Nestled in a cosy nook at the heart of London’s business sector, the City, lurks a shiny new outlet for my baked, roasted, tossed and sandwiched desires. Euphorium Bakery, newly opened this month, wafts bready smells down Threadneedle Street, enticing…
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Vermouth. Now there’s a tipple I’ve always wholly disregarded. Something to bang in a martini, something that sits at the back of my parents’ spirit shelf, sticky and collecting dust, something not very nice. And so, when invited to attend…
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Restaurant Story, encamped on a traffic island by London Bridge and the brainchild of Tom Sellers, has just won its first Michelin star after being open a scarce eight months. Alacrity to rival that of Dabbous last year and with similarly youthful a chef. But is…
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London spoils us for choice with food. Hundreds, hundreds and thousands of restaurants sprinkle its streets, like so many sultanas in a tea loaf on Sunday. At times it’s enough to drive me to anxiety. My to-do list expands daily…
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London has brought me a number of successes. Food is one of them. Dating is not. My latest review demonstrates acutely why I am destined to die fat (happily) and single (jury’s out). I was excited to try well-known Beirut…
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