Hey baby, let me unbutton your dress, gently brush your hair back as I slide my hand up your thigh. Oh yeah, I am going to prorogue you all night long. Which for the purposes of my suitably autocratic SEO plugin means ” review of the roast dinner at Clutch …
After last week’s macabre roast at the Hand In Hand in Wimbledon, I was most unamused when the random number generator picked somewhere else in Wimbledon for my roast dinner this week. Instead, I woke up on Saturday morning to find out to my surprise that I’d booked The Holly …
After a hectic two days of full-on London tourism, 30,000 steps walked, some good and not so good food eaten, and plenty of beer and wine consumed, what I really needed was a 1.5 hour trek across London, accompanied with a hangover, to The Hand In Hand in Wimbledon. Who’s …
My pussy is so hairy. I hope you don’t find it scary…oh shit that was meant for Tinder. Erm. This Sunday I went for a roast dinner at The Star in Belgravia. I was solo dining again for I am way too ugly for people to want to associate with …
My original plan for this Sunday gone fell through, so a quick spin of the random number generator brought me, and only me, to Boxcar in Marylebone. My housemate actually said to me on Saturday, “do you ever go out with friends?”. I replied quite defensively then started to realise …
For the first roast dinner of the Boris Johnson era, I thought it appropriate to go to The Lying, Cheating Shit…oh I mean, The Ship in Wandsworth. Question is, how many lies can I put into one roast dinner review? I had my lucky charm with me this Sunday…yeah it …
Over recent weeks, it seems that my blog has become dedicated to reviewing shit roast dinners in London, so I thought that I might as well dedicate a whole post to the art of wasting 15 or so quid on some of the worst roast dinners in London. Plus service …
For some reason, my parents decided to have a day trip from Hull to London to go for a roast dinner. Not quite sure when 5 out of the last 6 roast dinners that I’ve had have been crap, or close to. This time we chose the venue – Percy …
Yes, I have finally been somewhere that you might have been, seen or at least heard of. This week the random number generator chose Paternoster Chop House, near some big church thing at the tube station called St Pauls. Also known as the “First Dates” restaurant. For some reason I …
After a couple of disappointing roast dinners in recent weeks, I was hoping for something a little more inspiring this Sunday from the random number generator. This week it picked The Brown Dog in Barnes. I wasn’t exactly inspired, but what can I do? The random number generator chooses places …
