I’m just some fat, ugly, northern tosser with an opinion larger than a decent Yorkshire pudding.
It has become my duty to find the best and worst roast dinners in London. I rate and review so you know where to go. And I review honestly. No paid fake shit blagger reviews. You may disagree with my opinion, horses for courses and all that. But it will be exactly what I think.
Almost every Sunday, I head out to a chosen pub, normally from my to-do list, often chosen at random, and enjoy a nice, fat roast dinner. Or sometimes a poncey, expensive gash of a roast dinner. By Monday, maybe Tuesday, the review is up and you can laugh/cry/enjoy/swear until your heart is content.
The to-do list is mostly made up of recommendations to me, a few from those “10 best roast dinners from restaurants that do not sponsor us at all, honestly” articles, and then some that have just followed me on Twitter – that kind of thing.
I’m trying not to add too many more as it is getting out of hand – as I write this, I am not far off 150 on my to-do list, and I can only review one a week.
If you want to get in touch, do feel free. Maybe you want to give me a recommendation, maybe you are a hot Spanish woman and want to go on a date. Maybe you just want to give me some good old abuse. Or send me a picture of your dick. Go for it – click here to e-mail me.
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