Mews of Mayfair

They don’t seem to have my reservation, but they do have a spare table so we sit down. The menu is picked up and there is a problem that my trained critical eye spots immediately. We are in the wrong restaurant.

Brixton bucks up

Now Brixton’s demanding attention, and it’s been pulling punters south, giving previously established London foodie hangouts a rest from the culinary headlines. That’s because it has one thing that many other areas don’t: an idiosyncratic space with a unique dining vibe.

Review of Chocally mail-order chocolate and truffles

As an individual plighted by the symbiotic ailments of chocoholism and sugar addiction, it nigh-on kills me to painstakingly extract the Chocally box intact from its bubblewrap when I’d rather tear into it like a frenzied, feral animal who hasn’t eaten for a week. Wipe that smirk off your face imagining my agony. Did no-one inform you that it’s unkind to mock the afflicted?

The Bingham, Richmond

By the time you read this there may something on the TV news other than reporters wading about earnestly while another OAP and her cat is boated to safety behind them. The great floods will be but a memory one day but as I watched the Thames rushing past like an express train from the calm comfort of the Bingham’s dining room last week, it seemed we were all doomed.