Clarke’s

Clarke’s

I heard that Clarke’s was an outpost of the gentrified, so I couldn’t resist a visit after my trip to Paris to check if cultured people in white table cloth restaurants in England acted the same.  Hence, my visit to this institution.  Clarke’s, apparently known …

The Fire Station

The Fire Station

I guess I should have known better.  Although, in my defense, we weren’t exactly spoilt for choice.  For a weekend lunch around Waterloo, if you aren’t too keen on the chains, there isn’t really that many options.  So we decided on the restaurant based on …

The Portman

The Portman

I could begin as many other posts I have read seem to do – by talking about the location, the premise and the décor of the restaurant.  Instead, I will start with a more intellectual introduction to The Portman.  When I initially heard the word …

The Narrow

The Narrow

When I heard the name of the restaurant where we would go for dinner, I couldn’t help but make comparisons to the phrase straight and narrow.  It is rather an ironic name given the name of the owner, Mr Ramsay who is well known for …

Mantovani 1946

Mantovani 1946

When I was wandering around in amusement parks long ago, I always thought one sign would be a guarantee of carnage.  Not a little girl being denied another round in the bouncy castle.  Not the excited boy being refused another ride in the roller coaster.  …