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 …
This week the random number generator asked me to go to The Honor Oak pub in Honor Oak. A suggestion for which I had no enthusiasm at all, though mostly because it was the opposite side of London from where I live. This nearly didn’t happen as my accomplice was …
You may remember a while back that I didn’t post a roast review for rather secretive reasons that I didn’t at all keep secret in being that I was entering a competition in The Times for a new food critic. Lolz. Me. The Times. Yeah… The one condition was that …
After getting caught up in RoryMania this week, I am considering launching #LordGravyWalks, where I’ll walk the streets of London and have people come up to me to talk about roast dinners. Live video, but still anonymous, somehow. Good idea, huh? In the meantime, you can have a plain, ordinary …
Welcome to Fear And Loathing in the 1922 Committee. Yeah, it is a Tory Drug Off special – what the fuck else did you expect? Oh and a roast dinner review of Osteria Wolf in Stoke Newington…I would prefer not to reveal the location in the first paragraph but SEO …
Roast on a boat, roast on a boat, roast on a boat! That needs to be sung in increasingly higher octaves as if you are introducing a new quiz show. Let’s try again together, “roast on a boat, roast on a boat, roast on a boaaaaaaaaat!”. Feels good, doesn’t it? …
Suck my black cock. Whoa, sorry, I mean suck my small, hairy, black cock. Whoa, super-sorry, I mean this is a review of suck my Blacklock in Shoreditch. Finally. What you looking at? I might be black for all you know. Google’s robots are going to love that first paragraph. …
It’s been a whole week since I’ve had a roast dinner. It seems like forever. A week in which I’ve had the best fish and chips in years, and the most miserable chicken tikka wrap imaginable. Though at least it didn’t give me the shits like a passer-by suggested whilst …
This was the board on my table at The Star by Hackney Downs as I sat down to wait an hour for my accomplices to get out of bed/resolve logistical operations and arrive. Amazing Sunday roasts? I shall be the judge of that, thank you. We needed somewhere close to …
