It isn’t often that I remember why I added a venue to my to-do list, however I do remember why I added Stoke House to the list. Vaguely, anyway. I don’t remember much nowadays, I can barely even remember the amount of people that voted for Brexit to the nearest …
It was getting nervously close to Sunday before I arranged where to go for a roast this time. I onboarded my most regular accomplice but at a sacrifice on having to eat early – 12:45. Oh and the random number generator had picked The Hoxton in Holborn. Well, I’m labelling …
In life we should learn from our lessons. We should all have learnt by now not to vote for socialist political parties…oh crap there goes my London audience. And I should have learnt not to eat roast dinners in the Roast Triangle of Doom. Yet this week, the random number …
I feel like I’ve been sat here for about 10 minutes trying to remember where I went on Sunday. Got it – The Mall Tavern in Notting Hill. It’s been a week when we found out that we are being rewarded with another general election, and a week where I …
Long-time readers that haven’t gone loco from reading too much of my trite witterings, will be aware that I use the random number generator to pick most of my roast dinner locations from my to-do list. However, every 25 reviews, I choose somewhere that I really fancy trying. This time …
The roast dinner review has landed. I’ve also landed back from a Prosecco drinking competition otherwise known as 4pm at work on a Tuesday afternoon. Now I’m expected to write a review of my roast dinner at The Eagle at Ladbroke Grove. FYI – marginally NSFW. I have to write …
COCK. FOSTERS. Yes that place that you see right at the opposite end of the Piccadilly line from where a cock is an MP. Home of Skewd Kitchen. A Turkish restaurant. Time to be a tough guy or time to be a fool? You may ask why I’d travel on …
Coming back from holiday is not always the happiest moment of life – leaving the sunshine, warmth, happy people, copious cheap beers, infinite amounts of bread – and returning to rain, tossers blocking roads, signal failures and meals that come with vegetables. Thankfully, the random number generator had selected Knife …
I’m writing to you from the year 2029 – I have suddenly realised that I forgot to write my roast dinner review of Mr Fogg’s Tavern from August bank holiday in 2019 – quiant and peaceful times when we only had 9 or so bank holidays a year – we …
Another Sunday with a hangover. Another Sunday with engineering works on my beloved Metropolitan line. Another Sunday where the random number generator had picked somewhere painful to get to – The Narrow in Limehouse. To be fair, most places in London are a pain to get to when you rely …
