I live but 10 minutes from Duck and Waffle yet, somehow, it’s taken me till now to visit. I did have a table booked, window side, for part of Mr Gosling’s birthday, timed so that we could hold hands across the table, sipping breakfast cocktails, while watching the sunrise over London, but we all know … More Duck and Waffle, a view from on high, London
T and I were long overdue a girl date, partly because I'd had to travel for work and had to postpone and partly, well, life! With me in the US, T was given responsibility for booking brunch, so we picked a restaurant and she booked. Except she didn't, she went renegade and booked somewhere entirely different, … More Hotbox, a bloody boozy brunch, restaurant review.
Gunpowder has been on my radar for a while and I’ve even found myself outside their door on a couple of occasion, sadly, when it was shut, which is Sunday and between 3-5 on other days. I was excited to try, well, everything on the menu and pleased to be eating with someone who wouldn’t … More Gunpowder, and those lamb chops, restaurant review.
After a false start in May, Georgie, Seetal and I finally made it to The Frog. Only a three minute walk for me, I am admittedly shame faced this was my first visit. If nothing else, with a lot of Scottish voices on the floor and in the kitchen, it would cure any homesickness I … More The Frog E1, restaurant review