There is a simple function to decide whether I go for a roast dinner or not: if (day = Sunday && location == London) { return true; } else { return false; } Any sensible person would have added a little more complexity like if month == 12 and date …
You know when you think of something so utterly wrong, like getting your nob out in front of everyone during a wedding ceremony? I present to you: Vegetarian bacon It’s actually a year since the first award-nominated Roast Dinners In London blog (have you voted for me yet?) – one …
Let it snow, let it snow…let TFL fuck up your plans. Hmmm Nazaneen Ghaffar. The plan was originally to have a roast dinner in East London for the first time ever (Shoreditch doesn’t count). The random number generator had picked the keenly-priced Cat & Mutton in Hackney (London Fields to …
What is this? Yes it is some dreadful blog post by a deluded northern twat who loves gravy. OK, what is it not? What is today not? It is not a Monday. Yes you have a review from me on a day other than Monday. So I got a bit …
I’m sat here wearing my lesbian girlfriend’s bra and knickers, whilst picking my nose and eating it. That’s a lie. I don’t have a girlfriend. And here starts another completely unoptimised introduction to a roast dinner review – Google’s robot ain’t gonna approve. Suck on my gravy-covered nipples you search …
Regular readers will have noted a different look and layout. Don’t worry, I’m still the same old, difficult, miserable bastard trying to find the best roast dinner in London. But I thought it was about time to have a refresh. Just testing ideas at the moment, so you might see …
Surprisingly until this week, I had never reviewed a roast dinner in yummy-mummy heaven, Clapham. My guests this week had a requirement to be near the A3 and somewhere with parking – Clapham fit the bill perfectly and there were several venues on my to-do list. They chose The Abbeville, …
Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high. La la la la la la. But not that kind of high – I cannot afford even crappy Colombian style cocaine nowadays, let alone the proper Peruvian stuff. Though nor can I afford fine dining. Like my imaginary …
Ahhh the Bank of Mum & Dad. To those of you down south, that likely means the people that paid the deposit on your house (oh, it’s a loan is it?). To those of us from up north, that means the occasional paid-for roast dinner. And I’d far rather have …
Ahhh Sunday. A day of roast dinners and going to church. Without the church bit. As you may have worked out if you are mentally stable enough to cope with reading my ramblings more than once, I am not the world’s most religious person. Fair play if you are that …