This week I went to The Herne Tavern in East Dulwich. Is that really the end of my introductory paragraph? I guess so. Why did I go there? Well, I was a bit disorganised this week. Sometimes I have a table booked weeks in advance – just booked one for …
I remember when I used to be wild, snorting drugs off homosexuals on the tube on a Sunday. Nowadays going out in a bit of wind is about as wild as I get…ahhh January you were fun. At least I made it for a roast dinner at Mac & Wild …
What you fucking looking at? We fucking did it, didn’t we? We fucking got Brexit done. And I went for a fucking roast dinner at Poplar Cafe (one syllable) to celebrate. IN POPLAR. OK I no more make a good Brexiter than I make a good democratic vote loser…or even …
Birthday roast weekend. And as my age now has a zero on the end – again, my Instagram manager agreed to arrange my birthday roast for me. Her choice was The Gun in Spitalfields. Birthday roasts have been a bit mixed so far. The first was at The Oxford in …
The Carpenters Arms. Apostrophe in Carpenters or not? Oh what the fuck do I care, I’m from Hull and I’d just tried to have a roast dinner at the place that I had BOOKED, The Horn of Plenty – only to turn up and find that it was closed for …
I like to live life on the random side at times, and the random number generator chooses many of our roast dinner locations, from my to-do list. This time it picked about the closest place to where I went last weekend – and this choice was The Horn of Plenty …
So how was that for you? I’m talking the first full week of the year – not my premature ejaculation. 5 whole days of work. Tough, wasn’t it? A roast dinner was earned this week if ever it was, and the random number generator had picked Palmer’s Restaurant in Bethnal …
After spending half the weekend writing my roast dinner awards for 2019, I’m not exactly inspired to write more. I wasn’t exactly that much more enthused by the selection of the random number generator of Wheatsheaf in Borough. I guess I should say Happy New Year. I get bored of …
Welcome to the first, and possibly last, Roast Dinners in London Awards. Back at the end of 2018, I did start writing some awards but the next thing I knew, it was April and I just wrote a “10 Best Roast Dinners in London” post instead, and then proceeded to …
Christmas is over. Long live ordinary Sunday roasts – and this week I went to The Anglesea Arms in South Kensington. I’m back from discovering that my Grandma still hates the Japanese because of the war, and that my uncle still uses phrases such as “darkies” and “chinks” with total …
