Zobler’s, The Ned

I’m fan of the The Ned, it’s no lie (the Ned being the whopping great big gigantic huge hotel from Soho House in the City). Just like other big and brash ventures in London right now like Sexy Fish, Park Chinois and Isabel, they really get me going. Arriving at The Ned’s foyer, which gives you 8 options of where to eat your dinner, what … Continue reading Zobler’s, The Ned

Monty’s Deli, Shoreditch

There’s a current surge in street food vendors getting permanent restaurants at the moment which is a wonderful thing. Take The Cheese Bar and SMOKESTAK as examples – some of the best new openings I’ve been to in yonks. Monty’s Deli is the next in line. Friends Mark Ogus and Owen Barratt successfully Crowdfunded the project, gone from a stall at Maltby Street Market to … Continue reading Monty’s Deli, Shoreditch

The Barbary, Covent Garden

Based in Neal’s Yard, The Barbary is the sister restaurant to the popular Palomar. Now, on paper, The Barbary isn’t an easy one to like. There’s just counter seating around a super hot kitchen which stinks of smoke. They don’t take reservations. Once the queue gets beyond the front door you can no longer wait and while you do wait, it’s insanely cramped. That being … Continue reading The Barbary, Covent Garden

Ottolenghi, Spitalfields

It’s taken me a while to get to Ottolenghi (there’s also one in Notting Hill and Islington) even though I’ve always heard good things. It’s one of those restaurants that sits quietly in the background without making a song or dance of things, yet is always packed. Walking into their Spitalfields outpost, we were first greeted with a melange (I can use big words too) … Continue reading Ottolenghi, Spitalfields

Jago, Shoreditch

Jago is Shoreditch’s latest restaurant opening and it’s part of an uber-modern shared working space called Second Home. Walking past you can’t miss the place; the dining room is a glass, curved bubble sticking out from the side of the building. The dining room is certainly unusual; I’ve not seen anything like it before – it felt like a cross between a tube carriage and … Continue reading Jago, Shoreditch