Helene Darroze

Helene Darroze

It seems that people are keeping tally of where I eat.  Nosy people that they are, I think I need to maybe consider moving to a larger yard. They remark with surprise (some of you are rather bad at acting) that I had not yet 

Stax

Stax

In my exciting foodie life, I have had many many things happen to me.  As committed readers of the blog may know, mishap tends to follow me around, occurring much more often than expected.  I guess someone has to balance out the average dining experience. 

La Fromagerie

La Fromagerie

Sometimes I find the hustle and bustle of South Kensington and Oxford Street a bit much.  I can’t really understand how it would be feasible to frequent those locales on a persistent basis.  With the cacophony of tourists, collection of aggressive formidably large non-British cars and 

New Street Grill

New Street Grill

I do wonder how restaurants come up with their names.  Some seem to make oblique reference to their chef proprietor.  Others make innuendo to the type of food that they serve.  Yet others make allusion to their location.  Some, a combination of these all.  Guess which 

Taste of India

Taste of India

As my friend is very keen to point out, he doesn’t generally do supper clubs.  He finds them generally lacklustre, amateur and sometimes laughably chaotic affairs.  So I faced a Herculean challenge in convincing him to come to this one.  Arriving slightly earlier than him,