Reservation in the name of Jones

Fat Radish

2012-02-08T18:02:00.000Z

An excellent brunch place that New York does so well - It is so far east and practically in China Town, that it may have been a former laundry or chinese shop. Certainly some of the bare walls still have faded out chinese characters.

Simple mismatched wood benches and chairs welcome you (not great for a lingering bottom though). The food is very fresh, local and tasty - I had eggs with chilli avocado, with bacon and sausages on the side along with an excellent Bloody Mary. A great way to usher in the new year!

Bemelmans Bar @ The Carlyle

2012-02-07T12:55:00.000Z

Bars don't get cuter than this. Tucked away in the Carlyle, this seems very much like a secret drinking den. Fab 1940s children's murals decorate the walls... the drinks however, are definitely grown up with prices to match. Go while away an afternoon with friends in this delightfully charming spot!!

Cafe Boulud

2012-02-05T12:54:00.001Z

A lunch here after the Diego Rivera exhibition at the MOMA was an interesting experience that caused much debate about how this restaurant rated. I personally think it was good.. service, polite and friendly (perhaps too friendly.. I am certain the Maitre D was eaves dropping into the conversation. The room itself, is neutral and sophisticated (or at least that is the impression it would like to give).

The food - promptly served was good - mine especially, fresh crab meat with oranges and mains of slow cooked ribs. Delish. My dining friend's choices of classic french dishes were (according to his humble opinion) rather bland. He changed his tune rapidly when the coffees arrived with a basket of excellent freshly baked madeleines! So soft light and delicately tasting of oranges.

Duo Lioni

2012-01-14T13:46:00.000Z

Located as it is within the Londra Palace Hotel, this a charming sophisticated restaurant. Filled with light and with fabulous views of the lagoon, this is a great place to kick back and dine in style. The room is light with light coloured chairs, fresh white linen and flowers. We had chosen to have our Christmas Lunch here and it was superb. Haddock rolled in Lime, followed by a beef broth, a john dory with red pepper sauce and finally a divine pumpkin pudding!

Service is excellent and attentive. In the summer, you can sit on the terrace - with even better views.

The Met, Venezia

2012-01-13T13:39:00.000Z

What to say about this place? 2 Michelin stars, sloppy service, weird crowd (yes the 15 year old wearing a baseball cap.. your dad was rightly embarassed about you), odd decoration (sort of boho not-so-chic) and uninspired food. One to avoid.

Da Fiore - A starry tale

2012-01-11T13:29:00.002Z

Michelin starred and much written about restaurant down the narrow side street is certainly atmospheric. We had decided to treat ourselves.. wending down side streets and pretty little canals we found Da Fiore tucked on the corner of a small canal. We were ushered in by the friendly tattooed lady (rather unexpected for a Michelin Starred restaurant).

We were shown to our table, decked out in pretty Murano bowls (which later host the incredible collection of breads (all baked in-house). The room itself is low but striking. The service is friendly and professional. The crowd a pleasing mix of tourists and locals (the latter happily belching their way through several courses).

To the food. Well I shall be charitable. I think I ordered badly. My choices of Mantis prawns (tasteless) to start with and Soft shell crab with Blood oranges for mains uninspired. Mr Jones fared much better. This place is capable of superb food as evidenced by their home produced sausages. Overall I don't rate this that highly. At this price range, there are better restaurants in Venice.

happiness is too be found in unexpected places

2011-12-29T16:33:00.003Z

Dinner recommendations from Leo, my lovely Brazilian host at Rough Luxe, were a hit: Camino, a Spanish hidden treasure, just around the corner, really hidden, with a bar and restaurant in a courtyard, just off the corner of York street..

But too crowdy for a single diner..

So on to the next reco: an English gastropub by the name of The Fellow, also literally 500 mtrs down the street ( York street that is).

All tables busy, great vibe, the crowd seem to be regulars, lots of big tables, great bar, likeable staff, great menu.. Looking forward to the food!

Roasted cod with braised savoy cabbage & bacon & cockles : perfect, a nice fresh piece of cod, very fleshy, on a tasty bed of savoy, bacon & cracking fresh cockles.

Dessert, after a main like this I had to try, the choice was tough, but I went for sticky date pudding with gingery ice cream and a toffee sauce.

So yummy, absolute perfection!

What a meal!
And what a place!!
A definite recommendation! I want all my London friends, bar that, ALL my friends to discover The Fellow!

Thank you Joe, that I met at the bar while waiting for my table, for that 3rd glass of vine - a big one this time - that I barely touched, but the thought was nice :)

And people just kept streaming in,from builders to bankers, every colour of real north Londoner is here! The fellow is the place to be!

Antico Martini

2011-12-25T20:46:00.000Z

Just look at that bread.. like light fluffy hot cross buns.. they were divine! Having gone to pick up our tickets at La Fenice, I spotted this reaturant just outside by the steps and decided that we must eat there. Ok I was starving.. a hot breakfast on Club Europe really does not hit the spot. And I was growling. Badly.

We stepped in.. it was empty. Bar one table, with a curly haired chap eating spagetthi. As we found out later that evening, he was the Principal Dancer in The Sleeping Beauty (see the previous Post) that was on at La Fenice. We were welcomed in and allowed to choose a table (even though it was already 2.15pm. Perilously close to the end of the lunch hours). We chose a corner one under the awning - I imagine in the summer, this opens out with even more stunning views of La Fenice and the churches around. Now having read a few moany reviews (since my visit) on Trip Advisor by our North American cousins, I am about pass a vital life's lesson learnt the bitter way. Man up and dress up. Italian waiters are a sartorially elitist bunch. Wear a nice watch, proper shoes and be decently turned out and presto - they treat you with respect. To paraphrase the Danish Prime Minister - We don't all have to dress like sh*t. Dress like Sh*t, get treated like sh*t.

And to the food. I had Beef Carpacio to start with.. fresh yummy and generously covered in edible gold leaf! Mr Jones had scallops in a bean puree. In the common parlance of a 15 year old. OMG! This was seriously good fresh food.

For mains, I had lobster spaghetti abd Mr Jones had liver with Polenta. Both equally good.. though ever since mummy forced me to eat chicken liver as a 5 year old.. I have firmly hated it.

This is a seriously good restaurant with good service and excellent food. The staff were patient and helpful - did not try and force an expensive wine on us, instead suggesting a very modestly priced local Masi. That said, this place does not come cheap. At 180 Euros for admittedly an excellent meal, its expensive. But in the words of a L'Oreal spokesmodel - you, it and everything else, are worth it! Go and be well fed!

La Fenice

2011-12-24T02:00:00.000Z

La Fenice.. I had often heard of its splendours from Mr Jones.. and this Christmas we decided to escape London... to Technocrat-led recessionary Italy.. to Venice to be precise and to see one Ballet - The Sleeping Beauty as danced by the Flemish Ballet. Having just seen the Royal Ballet's production of the same, we were both curious to see what would be on offer.

La Fenice is an intimate space.. all baroque splendor, covered with lashing of gold leaf and ornate painted balconies - it is an absolute gem of a theatre.

I was supremely impressed by the comfortable chairs.. yes chairs, not those flippy things that your get at the Royal Opera House or London Underground.. but proper chairs as if you were in some 1940s lounge.

The crowd are generally on well dressed side - Italian Men in ties and suits and women in dresses... Americans were of course in de rigeur sweat shirts and trainers.. you can take the boy out of Milwaukee but.. ah you get the picture.

And so to the Ballet - a patchy performance from the principal dancer who played the Prince and the fairies looked very butch much like latter day renditions of flappers in an Otto Dix painting (i.e. Trannies in dresses), however, it was all redeemed by an excellent performance and inspired casting of a male dancer in the role of the evil fairy Carabosse. The leaps and dancing were breathtaking and spine tingling. Never have I enjoyed a performance so much. The costuming was excellent and the dancer really used his drapery well to create a real feeling of sorcery and malevolence. A stunning performance and worth a repeat viewing. If you can't see this in Venice, then catch it in Antwerp in January, where they play at their home base.

Les Deux Salons

2011-12-23T17:57:00.001Z

After a late night at the Ballet (Sleeping Beauty in case you were wondering.. and quite good it was too, though Aurora was a tad too old to play a 16 year old nor was she excessively beautiful.. but I digress), Mr Jones and I dashed across to William IV street in Covent Garden for a bite to eat.

Les Deux Salons came recommended from the young lady at Quintessentially and I must say I was impressed. For a quick bite or with friends, this place is perfect - evoking as it does a proper French Bistro. The staff are friendly, efficient and quick. The clientele - friends on a night out, post theatre goers .. all amiable types. Its not overly dressy or formal. The menu covers all the Bistro Basics and has a comprehensive wine menu to cater for all pockets.. But why post two pictures of desserts? Well I must say this was the BEST ever tart au citron, I have had on either side of the channel! Yes folks, the starters (crab) and mains (sausages) were good but the dessert were super!

Go for an informal night out.. and its perfect. 3 course dinner around £90 with wine.

Turtle Bay, Tangalle

2011-11-11T03:00:00.000Z

After a rather hazardous journey via a potholed dirt track, well past Tangalle, past buffaloes chewing cud and a bird sanctuary.. you finally arrive at Turtle Bay. Its not sign posted .. almost as if they don't actually want guests. More about that later.So what do you get.. first impressions I must admit were not heartening.. it reminded me of all those dreary hotels in India in the mid 90s - and yet here was something claiming to be a boutique hotel.... instead the furniture and the look was insipid 70s without any retro irony! But then as we stepped out into the pool area.. we were rewarded with the most stunning view of an entirely deserted beach. Welcome to the Deep South.. where the beaches are empty and the people shy but ultimately sweet!

Mr Jones and I had researched this place extensively.. yes Trip Advisor was checked and re-checked. Most reviews were favourable. Perhaps their standards were different? Or more importantly had this place let its standards drop?

Ok so what were the gripes? In Sri Lanka of all places.. the menu was very western - Lobster Themidor, Steak with Fries.. etc. Sri Lankan food was relegated to two items! And it seemed their extensive wine menu was not stocked... Mr Jones and I seem to drink through a bottle and then find the next day they had run out of that label.. like they only had one of each bottle on the menu!

The wood work, tables, loungers etc all needed a bloody good varnish - things were peeling and half the stuff was not on the menu! Ok so thats the negatives... The positives? The staff - after their initial shyness and sensing MY disappointment, they warmed up.. when I asked for a Sri Lankan Breakfast (not offered) they produced an amazing feast.. and on the last night the above fish... but wait for it... the chef had no herbs, not much spices.. yes I had a peak in the kitchen - it was threadbare.. but he offered wild lemon grass.. so I asked him to mix it with lime juice and mango to make a marinade... and readers.. it was excellent!!! A little bit of host -client collaboration!

What makes me sad about this place is that it has SO much potential.. yes we had a relaxing enjoyable time - the beach was empty save some fishermen hauling in the fish at 7am (yes I went for a run along the beach) and some nasty yappy wild dogs. The sea is a little rough but the view is stunning. Turtle Bay needs some loving TLC and a half decent designer to get rid of its fusty furniture, sort our its lighting and improve its ambience... oh and reduce the menu to locally sourced produce such as fresh fish! Until then its with a heavy heart I would say to you dear readers... avoid until it picks up its act. This is a caterpillar waiting to blossom!

Sun House, Galle

2011-11-05T17:31:00.000Z

Serendipity sent us to the Sun House.. or to be precise, Good Old Sri Lankan Airways cancelled their Air Taxi service to Dickwella (Oh yes it really exists) which was the nearest point to Tangalle. There we were facing a 7.5 hour drive down the road to Galle and beyond.... nay we said in a thrice and re-arranged our schedule.. by car we would go but stopping for the night at Galle. The Agents found an available room at the Sun House... Now this is not in the Fort itself but up on the hill nestled amongst giant old trees with views down to the harbour. An old Spice Merchant's house, it is a series of courtyards, lush gardens and verandas... With a cute tiny dipping pool (no its not a Swimming pool), its nattily kitted out in White and Greens... and stuffed with eclectic art and antiques. The rooms have four poster beds and nice little touches such as old maps of Galle and Sri Lanka.

But the real secret here is the gorgeous and inventive food.. Starters of shredded chicken, coriander and coconut really just hit the spot! The mains of Mahi Mahi fish with tomato pickle just divine. And the lime tart was the best Mr Jones had tasted in months... and after a mouthful.. I must say I agreed wholeheartedly. Whilst the menu is limited in choice, its excellent. The wine is reasonably priced... and after dinner... there are several places who can retire to with a liqueur.. or yet another gin.

The Bathroom

One of the common areas where you can take breakfast or dinner.

The Lounge complete with piano... must be cosy during the Galle Literary Festival... which is co-hosted by the owner I do believe.... charming gentleman if you are lucky enough to meet him.

Amazing art in a pot!!

Four poster delight!

Yes - this is highly recommended - at the very least just come grab dinner here if you are staying in the fort. If not, this is a much cooler (literally) place than the heat of the fort.. nestled amongst the breezes of the trees. Simply Gorgeous!

Istanbul Modern

2011-10-28T20:02:00.001+01:00

The Tate Modern in London must be a blue print of what to do with old industrial buildings in stunning locations... Here in Istanbul, the Modern Art Museum is located on the Golden Horn, facing the Topkapi Palace and the Blue Mosque across the water... on the day we were there, the rain clouds had just parted and the clouds scudded across the horizon, giving us clear view of the Asian Shore and the domes of the great Blue Mosque.

The Art Gallery itself is located in an old customs house and the collection is small but interesting. However, it is the cafe, that is the must visit - what views to sip a nice glass of red. Service is sweet when you can actually catch the waiter's eyes....

Definitely go - enrich your soul on Modern Turkish Art and then sink into the comfy bar chairs and have a well earned drink!

Topaz

2011-10-25T23:58:00.001+01:00

Readers.. what a view.. When Gas Tycoon (Petrochemical variety in case you were wondering), Tax accountant and I rocked up for our final meal in Istanbul (a Sunday lunch), we were not initially impressed by the 1970s block as we approached it.. and even less impressed by the yawning mangy mutt outside. But the doors swung open and we were ushered in.... to this view. Pretty damn amazing.. sweeping minarets, the Bosporus, boats... laden skies.. the works.. like an orientalist Canaletto.. all unfolding before our wide open eyes.

Very strangely we were the only ones.. on a Sunday lunch time.. pah who cared! The service was impeccable.. and the food stupendous.

I started with stuffed Zucchini flowers.. and followed it with a huge kebab.. my gawd.. I could barely move .. the food portions are decent and it all packs a wonderful flavour.

Oh.. well one had to have dessert.. common it was our final meal!

Highly recommend this place. I suspect its more buzzy in the evenings BUT you won't see much of the stunning view at night. Still GO at least once during your stay!

Ulus 29

2011-10-21T00:00:00.001+01:00

After a white knuckle ride.. aka a ride in an Istanbul Taxi, we pitched up at Ulus 29.. a restaurant/bar/club perched high above Istanbul. This is seriously monied Istanbul.. from the bouncers, to the gorgeous staff.. to the even more gorgeous clientele.. Its beautiful people central. This is the domain of the models and media titians.

The inner restaurant is complemented by a large outside terrace (with heaters).. with THE most stunning views of the Bosphorus .. twinkling down below in the distance.

And the food, well, its Turkish modern and bloody good it is too... fantastic Jumbo prawns in delicate sauces, great cuts of beef and so on..served with charming service and flair.

So imagine the arched immaculate Turkish eyebrows, when a motley bunch of nouveau Indians arrived... all screaming like banshees, each louder than the previous and vulgarly displaying flashing horns and the like.. more crazy hen party in Benidorm than chic.. still while old Europe coughs and splutters in terms of its Debt mountains, one can raise a wry smile at the old adage.. Money can't buy class or manners!

We escaped to the terrace for some air and peace.. and were rewarded with beautiful views and magical lanterns.. and a cool refreshing breeze! Soon it was time for desserts...

A stunning restaurant.. go catch it in Spring or Summer. Ask for a table outside.. and soak up the views .. people or scenery!

W Hotel, Istanbul

2011-10-18T23:36:00.000+01:00

Set on a sloping hill in the chic European district of Besiktas on the golden horn this is an innovative transformation of the old palace workers home. The W is young, buzzy and really quite gay. What with it's pink fluorescent lighting in the hallways, the beautiful staff and well the soundtrack in the bedrooms!The service is friendly and helpful. The rooms? Well big .. But odd .. To maximise space they have done away with internal hallways - so the shower, loo and basin all open into the bedroom.. yes there are doors... but not great for privacy!The decor is dark with touches of red... The toiletries very nice and rooms come with all the necessities for modern day life such as contraceptives next to the m & m's!! Yes imagine my surprise!

Rooms are quiet and have iPod docking stations, DVD player etc and beds super large and comfy!The common areas are nice enough with several bars including the roof terrace.Go stay !

Markham Inn

2011-09-27T19:51:00.001+01:00

An American Banker friend once said there were no decent restaurants in Chelsea. It got me thinking that perhaps he was right..? Lots of average places but anywhere good? Perhaps Cheyne Walk Brasserie? Anyway finally in the place of several failed tapas bars arrives the Markham Inn.. can't get a booking one week into opening - Does this mean the Chelsea Denizens are starved of decent food. Perhaps American Banker was spot on!

Anyway, Mr Jones and I went for an early supper last Saturday on a rare movie night (Jane Eyre in case you were wondering). And what to make of it.. well its certainly modelled on a Parisian-New York Bistro style - feels very clubby. The staff are sweet and still finding their feet.. but a good looking bunch. We were sat by the open kitchen (you can also sit at the bar and chat to the chefs... perhaps not a great idea..) and had a great view of our food (steaks) being prepared.

Well readers - was it any good. Yes... well for £32 a steak I would not have expected less. It was good.. very good. We had wine by the glass.. well we didn't want to be too drunk for Miss Eyre.

This is a place to go with friends.. its lively, warm yet clubby. GO.

Bica Di Sapato

2011-09-19T23:13:00.003+01:00

Driver.. to Bica Di Sapato.. off he whizzed.. twisting and turning from Bario Alto down to waterfront, past all the glamorous old buildings of Lisbon. We were soon desposited at the restaurant. So what to make of it.. well its owned by John Malkovich.. yes him.. and its on the waterfront. But is it any good. Well it seems to be a destination resto.. decor is well rather stark and modern.. and a little cold. The food? Ok.. traditional Portugese with a twist ( note there is a sushi restaurant and a fine dining one too).

Would I go back? Not sure.. pleasant but nothing amazing. Just average.http://www.bicadosapato.com/

Bario Alto Hotel

2011-09-13T08:00:00.000+01:00

For Sunset drinks with killer views of Lisbon.. this is a very nice place to have one. Take the gold lifts up to the 6th floor and step out of the tiny door onto the roof and you shall be rewarded with stunning views and a decent drink!

Paviliaho Chines

2011-09-11T21:44:00.004+01:00

You will either love this place or hate.. but at least go for one drink .. Located on a street full of Antique shops, its apt that the Chinese Pavilion, is stuffed with Bric-a-Brac and collectables. Think action men figures, hats, toy cars etc etc.. But first you have to ring the door bell and be let in. Then spend 10 minutes studying the extensive cocktail list whilst you settle yourself into the Deco style chairs... and order your drinks.

Pasteis de Belem

2011-09-08T07:05:00.000+01:00

Once round Jardim Da Estrella.. nay twice.. nay fat boy run and run.. 5 laps and a run back up the hill to the Lapa Palace.. and for what I hear you ask.. :Possibly the best natas in the world! Gooey custard and sugar.. and all things nice.

This place has been around for centuries.. as the tiles ascertain the fact.. and its rammed with tourists.. so avoid the weekend and come early or during the week and you will be rewarded with cakes, cod croquettes, game pies and sharp service. You can just point to the counter piled high with delectable goodies and the waiter will bring it to your plastic table. Yes its humble but its charming. There are several rooms, so don't be put off by the crowds in the first few rooms... meander and you will be rewarded with a seat!

Its also pretty damn cheap! 9 Euros for 3 natas, 2 cakes, croquettes and a game pie PLUS 2 coffees. Bliss... now how do get my fix in London??

The Lapa Palace

2011-09-07T06:41:00.003+01:00

It was dull, it was miserable, it was down right depressing... yes boys and girls, It was the fabled English weather. After a damp squib of a summer.. (average temp - 15c).. we boarded an early morning BA flight to flee like snow birds down to Lisbon for the August Bank Holiday.

And what a treat.. the cab pulls up through the windy streets of Lisbon, past the ochre and red buildings whilst you catch glimpses of the sun glinting on the Tagus river... Already feeling restored by the warmth, we pulled into the courtyard of the Lapa. This is a grand hotel in the old sense. The main hotel was a old palace and is very charming. The rooms are in modern wings. It may not be design conscious and may seem a bit dated but it charming.. The rooms are plush and if you pay for a river view, you are rewarded with Stunning views of blazing sunshine and the river. Tonic indeed.

A real gem here is the sloping walled secret garden complete with fountains, plashing water and a heated pool. You can sun yourself.. lose yourself in a book and sip some lovely Portuguese wine! Away from grim old Blighty!

The real winner here is the service - super charming, knowledgeable and helpful. I loved the concierge Hugo - not only good looking, he took pains to suggest jogging routes, pastry shops and so forth. The service so good, that on return from a sweaty run, the doorman was a ready with towel!

Average price - 250 Euros per night.

Crowd - smart weekenders, old moneyed French couples.. and a smattering of gays.

The Jane Hotel

2011-09-04T21:56:00.003+01:00

Sign of a good time... girls and boys dancing on tables into the wee hours of the morning. The Jane Hotel, which is funnily enough on Jane Street next to the Hudson. Just ask a cab driver to take you there.

This is a club/bar within a hotel that's a cross between a private old boy's club and faux Scottish manor house (think stuffed animals on the walls, leather sofas, dark panelled walls). The music on the night Girlfriend Who Lived In London and I went on was R & B ... think Aliyaah and Lil Kim. There are 2 bars and this place gets busy. The crowd is young and fun.. mostly good looking with a few exceptions.

Definitely fun. Poor hotel guests.. as you do traipse through the lobby to get in!

Barbuto

2011-08-25T20:10:00.001+01:00

Another great suggestion from New York Girlfriend Who Lived In London.. lets have a lite bite (see readers - I too can speak American) she texted. Meet Me at Barbuto came the order. Right - taxi. Now this is quite far south.. along Washington Avenue (practically the Hudson river) very close to Jane Street. I was there in no time and perched at the bar .. Ordering a very average wine.. I waited.. tweeted, texted and web'd my way through the minutes. I ordered some calamari - excellent by the way and took the crowd. A very mixed but cool bunch - some trendy media types to bankers. All mingled and chatted merrily - a good sign I felt.

When aforementioned lady arrived (she had a good excuse.. packing for a weekend away in mountains of Utah.. hell Utah.. is that like Mormon country?), we were seated at table by the pavement and ordered some food on the recommendation of our charming waiter. I had the slow cooked beef.. and may I say.. it was bloody good!

Definitely go - its mellow, its laid back, its got open bricks, great waiters and open to the balmy night air. Its not overly expensive either!

Jimmy's At The James

2011-08-24T08:16:00.000+01:00

So this was starting to turn into a hotel bar crawl.. Next night when New York Girlfriend Who Lived in London suggested a drink, who was I to refuse. I picked her up from her office mid-town and we were safely ensconced by the bar at Jimmy's (go-in via the hotel or if late via the side entrance). This is yet another boutique hotel (the James - click on the link) with a must see/have bar. The bar perched is on the top the hotel complete with a drunks tank trap in the middle (aka a micro swimming pool that even a goldfish would turn its nose up at!). And so to the bar - its cute, dark and sexy .. all smoked mirrors, cool art and plush low sofas. Except the bar man... super slow. An alcoholic could die waiting for a drink here... Still go for the views - this is Soho, so you get great views of downtown, the Freedom tower, Holland Tunnel.. (yes.. well..) and of course into the bed rooms of the Soho Grand. More about that place in a later post.

The crowd is a mix of local, tourists and the Bridge & tunnel brigade. Its attitude free and would be a great loungey place for a drink if the bar staff got their act together.

Standard Hotel, New York

2011-08-22T23:36:00.003+01:00

Standard hotel.. straddling the High Line right in the heart of Meatpacking district is an Andre Balzas wonderland.. Get past the naff beer garden.. Swish past the lobby, take the wacky lift .. with bizarre Holograms of body building dwarves and Bondage Babes... its a trip.

Well you whizz up to a big golden door that opens (very wizard of Oz) to the most expansive gorgeous view ever! To your left mid-town - yes you can tick of empire state, Chrysler and numerous other buildings. To your right.. Hudson river, Jersey City, Battery park .. The whole place is done in a retro 70s style of gold and brown.. Oh did I mention that it has the most beautiful bar men in the world - nattily dressed in White with gold buttons.. Think Versace models from the 90s. Big and strong. And so are the drinks.. Fabulous pear martinis and so forth.

The toilets hold a surprise - not for the feint hearted or vertigo suffers! (View Below)

Go forth and enjoy. Please make an effort.. American tourists - ditch your trainers and saggy jeans at home! Oh take plenty of green backs or credit cards. It ain't Kansas... average drink is about$15.

The Belvedere Club

2011-08-11T23:08:00.004+01:00

Crispy gorgeous calamari..

A good hunk of beef...

The pool area.. yes.. the Belvedere Club and its sister restaurant, Nobu (yes yes the very same) are located around the same little hotel pool. All very confusing - sushi or meat.. We had booked at the club and were show to our seats. Unfortunately it was next to the bar and those we had to shout to make ourselves heard. Oh that and noise coming from the table of wife swapping aussies was all a bit too much. Still we had high hope and the food did not disappoint - designed by Melbourne chef, George Calombaris, the food is an Asian Pacific take on Greek and is very good. So why the dark clouds? Well for one - an establishment of this sort should really get its service fine tuned. Once starters were served our waiter disappeared and we had to flag passing waitresses etc to get anything.

This place is expensive.. not quite second mortgage but still.. so the last straw was when they could not order a cab despite requesting for one... repeatedly. We gave up and walked out onto the street.

Definitely not a 5 star place.. one to visit if someone else is paying!

Kouros

2011-08-01T23:44:00.009+01:00

A litte welcome gift - cherry jam and sesame seed biscuits... to greet the weary traveller... Well it had been a long 30 minute flight from Athens!

The striking red and white theme.. note the docking station for ipods, cds etc. Perfect to play your own tunes!
Sexy 60s style table.
The pool and the view beyond!
Lounge area... again the red, white and grey theme is striking.
Lounge area has free Mac PCs to use and free wifi people - free wifi!!

The sunset from the room's terrace! Yes eagle eyed readers - thats my ice cold gin & tonic!
Passing Cruise Ship.
More Cruising!

Ok so you may gather I love this place... so I am going to list the pluses and minuses.. and you decide:

PLUS :

Sexy simple design and decor
No children given the steps to the pool and pretty much everywhere
Lovely pool and lounge are with lush ice creams, drinks and food
Warm friendly service including guest services lady Elena! Super helpful.
Sweet little touches such as the welcome biscuits and daily hand written notes on what to do, weather etc.
Free Beach Towels
Free Wifi
Lovely sunset views right in front of you.
Reasonable prices - 259 Euro for a sea view Deluxe room
Courtesy Shuttle bus to airport and to town
Town a 10 minute walk down hill

MINUS

Bathroom needs updating - rain fall showers instead of baths would be better.. given most people want to shower in hot weather. Also not in keeping with the sexy chic decor of room.
Walk back up from town... could be a pain if you are drunk or tired and if you have missed the last courtesy shuttle back from the town... and remember take the high road.
Saturday nights.. take care to not stay in a room facing the Cavo Tagoo hotel next door... its one giant party until 3am. Unless you want to party of course.. then its free - just open your door and dance baby dance!

One to go back to!! Hurrah...!!

Pollen Street Social

2011-07-29T20:33:00.004+01:00

I really am not sure what to make of this place.. I have come to the conclusion that this restaurant has a twin personality.. Jekyll and Hyde. Food bully had wanted to try Pollen Street Social on her Rolex purchasing trip to London. So the lovely people at Quintessentially bagged a table of four. I arrived early on a wonderfully wet and stormy summer evening... and was greeted by the lovely door girl (more about her later when she was no longer lovely just simply clueless). I was a bit early so I went to the bar and ordered a gin & tonic (Tanquerey if you must know) and waited.. and waited.. and waited.. the girl who took the order was hopeless and swamped. Luckily for me, the charming bar man (a hero!!!) saw me waiting, took the order again and made a perfect gin & tonic. Mr Jones arrived, so I passed him my drink and got a delicious cocktail - try their signature one... its divine and pure theatre with smoking nitrogen!

The restaurant is airy and yet dark and club like with beautiful 60s style furniture. Very E type Jag.. loved the styling!

Everyone arrived - food bully with her new McQueen scarf.. and so I ordered some jamon and calamari whilst we sipped cocktails.. the jamon is sliced in front of you!

At no point did they come and tell us when our table would be ready. 15 minutes after, I walked up to find out and was told 5 minutes. I was getting stressed and the barman again noted this and offered to fix me a drink. A true professional. We were eventually sat down a full 30 minutes after the booked time! 30 minutes.. which meant we were ordering at 10.15pm... on a school night. No reason was given.

To the food... what can I say.. every critic has RAVED about this place... may I dare add my tuppence? Great ingredients, intriguing combinations.. lovely flavours.. but just did not gel for me! The Spanish influence of E Bulli wafts through but not long enough to leave any memory. Food bully was very disappointed. It was not cheap!

The final disappointment was that when we arrived we were told there would be a surprise for us (see first picture and the little boxes) at the end of the meal. When I reminded her.. she bluntly told me - We have run out! Oh My God - what sort of customer service is that???

I asked for the manager and he was apologetic and forced the girl to make a goody bag.. she scrambled on all fours looking for stray tea bags, chocolates and put it all in a torn bag. Nice touch. If I were Jason Atherton - I would fire half the staff starting with the door girl, the manager (who has no handle on the situation) and get some professional people in. Don't rest on your critical laurels my friend... the London scene is fickle.

One to Avoid.

cornwall gem..

2011-07-28T12:49:00.001+01:00

Having read about The Scarlet in Vogue UK 2 years ago, it was a dream come true when my Mr Jones kidnapped me on a surprise birthday trip to The Scarlet. And true to expectations, after a 2am departure from Brussels and an 8 hour drive we were amazed at the natural beauty of the beach at Mawgan Porth, and the stunning sustainable architecture of The Scarlet which just seemed to blend into the hill. Views were beautiful from every angle! After a little tour of the hotel, spotting the gorgeously sexy bar space and ditto bartender, we were led to our room which delighted with its big floor to ceiling windows and private terrace looking straight out to the ocean. The bathtub in the room gave a quirky touch, and for the more intimate hygiene moments there is also a separate shower room. All materials seem very durable and colours are matched to the natural palette outside.
Dinner in the restaurant that evening was surprisingly delicious.. a fresh menu everyday is a delighter; and the winelist is high quality and with some unexpected wines allowing for some adventure tasting. We went to bed on cloud 9... but woke up the next morning with a bit of s stiff neck,,, the pillows are pure duck-down, but very very soft.
Breakfast was served in the beautiful dining room, and included a choice of hot mains and fresh starters, as well as fresh local apple juice. The view out to the beach and ocean invited us for a brisk walk outside up the hills - and before we knew it we had to rush back to be in time for our Ayurvedic couples journey. Full of expectations we were welcomed and refreshed before going into a therapy session with Jessica. She told reassured us by her knowledgeable analysis of our Ayurvedic types and how we match as a couple, and we totally gave into the journey that started with a Rhassoul treatment we were instructed to apply to each other in a private steam room. Some relaxation and refreshments followed and then we were induced into full relaxation via a visionary meditation and full Ayurvedic body massages for each of us.. at the end of which they had to gently wake us up to a full run bath with a glass of Champagne.. we indulged in the privacy of our tented ( and locked) little retreat...
So relaxed we were after that we couldn't face going anywhere else for dinner for fear it might disappoint ( also we tried to book 2 renowned restaurants that morning but they were already fully booked, leading us to advising you to research alternative restaurants well in advance, so you can book in time!). Dinner the 2nd night didn't disappoint, and on top of that Mr Jones had arranged for a bouquet of beautiful white roses and a bottle of champagne to be delivered in the room ... needless to say it was a perfect night.
Only one more day to enjoy this amazing place.. we each did another spa journey, spend some time in the sun, and then went to visit Padstow. Just a bit further up the coast, Padstow is a cute little fishermen's port that has been catapulted into the 21st century by the presence of some topnotch restaurants, mostly owned by the famous English chef Rick Stein. A great tip for a nice stroll and great dinner to conclude your stay. By the way, Padstow seems to be renowned for ice cream.. no escaping it, so we followed the recommendations of our Ayurvedic therapists to just give in and let go ..

Grande Bretagne Roof Garden, Athens

2011-07-27T23:36:00.004+01:00

Located just by the Greek Parliament.. (yes daubed with Communist slogans of the salty variety), the Venerable Grande Bretagne Hotel also has the only Michelin Starred restaurant in Athens. Readers, I braved the smelly braying anti-capitalists (have they heard of Shampoo? Perhaps they are not worth it) to cross Syntagma Square and trot across the plush lobby and whizz up to the 8th floor where.... we were rewarded with stunning views, warm welcome and shabbily dressed American. Sweet Jesus.. can these people wear more than just t-shirts and shorts in a smart place? People - there are occasions that demand modesty and suitable attire. No one wants to see your cankles. That's Democracy for you..

Ignoring the shabby Americans, the rest of the crowd is chi-chi Greeks and well heeled tourists! The room is large, simply furnished (dark clean wooden tables if you must ask) and surrounded by ceiling height windows - there is also an outdoor terrace (a bit warm in July). You are rewarded with surround views of the golden Acropolis.

To the food.. well I had a salmon starter. Nothing earth shattering. For mains I had a lovely bit of lamb encrusted in baked olives. Divine.

Ok this is not cheap nor is it really Michelin quality BUT its pretty damn good. The service is prompt, friendly and smart. The views are stunning... so what if dinner and wine costs 100Euros per person. GO - at least for a drink at the bar!

Comedy Theatre

2011-07-25T21:09:00.005+01:00

As the Food Bully gasped and the whispered in my ear - I want to like like her when I get older.. She was of course referring to Kristen Scott-Thomas in Betrayal. Last Saturday, We duly trooped off to the Comedy Theatre on Panton Street in the heart of Haymarket/Picadilly. I have never been to this bijou theatre and was immediately charmed by its period interiors which leant a cosy comfortable feel to the evening.

The play itself - a MUST see. Vintage Pinter based on his affair with Joan Blakewell (Lady Antonia Fraser was to be later... he was BUSY!) it explores the theme of adultery and betrayal. Is the wife and the best friend betraying the husband or the friend betraying the husband .. the permutations all lead to pain and loss... the language spare, sharp and witty - like a dry martini. KST is brilliant in it.. she lends a cinematic appeal to the proceedings and is simply stunning. The two blokes are ok too!

Book the best seats (£85) and go see this. Its revealing!

Kuzina

2011-07-21T22:57:00.002+01:00

Period building beautifully converted into a bistro style cafe and restaurant. Ignore it. Instead on a balmy night make sure you book a table on the roof terrace for a suitably late time (before 10pm is for mere tourists).

Sample the delights of fine modern Greek food with views of the Parthenon and the Agora.. all light up for your viewing pleasure. I had spicey lamb and eggplant rolls and the black cod. Mr Jones the grilled octopus with shave fennel and Lobster and Saffron Risotto. All washed down with a Nemean Red wine. Delish. Service is good and friendly. Dress code is smart casual. Prices are modest and not Greek default defying!

Marmadukes

2011-07-14T15:27:00.003+01:00

Located just outside the City Walls of York, right next to the upscale Bootham private school is a cute 4 Star hotel Boutique hotel. We were there for the opening night of the William Etty exhibition (see previous post) and wanted somewhere close to the Art Gallery. This place is essentially two Victorian houses turned into a chic hotel stuffed with lots of arts and crafts antiques and period details.

We opted for one of the four poster bed and were charmed by it until we discovered an intruder in our freshly made bed - a stuffed bear! A very cute touch.

The room on the ground floor was quiet, with lots of readig lights, antique cupboards and a claw foot bath! All this and breakfast for about £100 on a weekday night. The staff here are very chatty and helpful and even loaned us their personal umbrella when the heavens opened up!

My only quibble? The rooms have been carved up to accomodate a bathroom and a bedroom and that takes away from the grandeur of the original Victorian proportions.

Who goes - To be honest we didn't see any other guests. But if you don't like cute or a bit of victorian chintz , then best to avoid!

Cost - Approx £100.

What to wear - casual.

Pluses - the old school bar - perfect place to savour a gin and tonic!

York Art Gallery

2011-07-12T15:01:00.003+01:00

If you go down to York today (above), you would not only see a thriving and rather chic small city with decent shopping (books, clothes, antiques and the like) but also an exhibition at the Art Gallery (free entry!) showcasing the one Artist Mr Jones admires above all and collects with a passion bordering on worrying (for the bank balance). William Etty - the Victorian master of the nude - much ignored these days but back in the day, he was a contemporary of Turner and Constable and lot richer to boot!

You may be wondering why the shots were at sneaky angles - well photography was technically not allowed and we were at the opening night... but readers, I took it for you.

Whilst Etty did paint an aweful lot of nudes - fleshy, rosy, boys and gals, some bodering on the porno (too much for some Victorian tastes), he also turned out some rather excellent portraits.

Go Visit York - perhaps a bit of the rest of Yorkshire - its choc with amazing castles, sights and restaurants AND go see this great artist and appreciate a master at work.

Blue Marlin

2011-07-10T07:05:00.002+01:00

How much fun can a boy have? Well 10 boys to be precise. On a upscale stag (yes they do happen - no strippers, nice restaurants, great clubs, well dressed and civilised boys), I was initiated into Ibiza. As my dear friend Agent Smith would say, this is my spiritual home. And boy was she right - I died and went to party heaven. This is THE template for a beach club.

Set in a lovely (but pebbly bay) with warm azure water, the lovely white beds, super service, food and wine comes at heafty price. Arrive after 2, having booked a bed or 5 and simply lounge around, swim, chat, shop (yes there is a shop in the beach selling all manner of lovely arm candy) and well while the day away as the sun sets and the music picks up....

What to wear - you best swim suit - boys - Orlebar Brown. Girls - something tiny. Pack your platinum Amex and party with the beau monde.

Not for the faint hearted or poor.

El Ayoun

2011-07-08T06:50:00.003+01:00

Wildly glamorous, packed to the rafters with the beautiful people (more about them later) and setting to fizzle in - El Ayoun packs a punch.

Set somewhere outside Ibiza town.. oh just get a cab, you arrive at some impressive Riad doors through which you step into a glammed up version of Marrakesh, minus the terrorists. The look is very Jet Set - all crystal chandeliers set off against old fountains, beautiful white tables against palm trees..

Its sheer theatre - belly dancers, Russian models parading around (in barely there outfits - yes there is an in-restaurant shop selling the most gorgeous floaty numbers and chunky jewellery beloved of the Ibiza types) and the super fun crowd. Perhaps it was the vodka talking but I was certainly very impressed with the food too.

A great way to start the evening - arrive for dinner after 10pm - do book, dress up and kick off a typical Ibiza night.

The service is suitable fast (though our wine waiter was a bit slow and arrived with a slightly warm white) and the staff are ALL good looking.

This places is not for wall flowers!

Aqua Nueva

2011-06-19T20:20:00.005+01:00

It had looked promising.. Mr Jones and I had been to many of the Aqua restaurants in Hong Kong and loved them.. the food..the atmosphere, the chic and stylish atmosphere and so when a booking was made for Aqua Nueva, I was looking forward to the experience. Located as it is on the top floor of the old Dickins and Jones building right on Regent street it promised much.

Arriving at the door on Aryll street, I was grunted at by a burly bouncer type with a list... not being able to find my name, he still waved me up. This should have been a harbinger of what was to unfold. I took the lift up to level 5, to be greeted by 3 identikit slavic blondes and a wall of noise from the bar.... I found Dart Gateau, his partner and Insurance Man 2 waiting, tucking into cocktails in the bar (Aqua Spirit). I took in the crowd... Ah yes, what to say about them? Why practically everyone from Zone 5 was there. e had our drinks and made out way to our table in the Nueva (serving Spanish food) - confusingly it also does Japanese (Kyoto if you must know). Even more confusing - there is another bar down a long walkway (topped off with a massive bull) - we got there and the clueless hostess made us wait in the bar for another 15minutes where were told to move by another burly bouncer.. was this a football match? Were they expecting it too kick off? What do many bouncers? Ah.. yes the Chavvy out of towners screaming their heads off.. We sat down eventually... The crowd.. women wearing cheap outfits with fascinators and screaming.. men who were just on roids wearing shirts several sizes too small.. highlighting their attractive beer guts and enormous biceps. Perhaps that's why there were bouncers!!!

Ah I give up. The food was crap (my oxtail was over cooked, burnt and over chewy with zero flavour), the service was slutty and useless (each of our mains arrived at different times, waitresses standing around chatting).. despite having many waitresses we had to get up to get attention.

This place is an ABSOLUTE NO for any sane Londoner. AVOID at all costs unless of course you enjoy being in Dante Circle of Hell... and want a loud old time. Shame really as they have spent money on this place... if only they had trained the slovenly staff!

Dinner

2011-05-30T22:54:00.005+01:00

And so to Dinner we went. Except it was a sunny lunch time. Confused? Yes I certainly was. Heston's latest and finest at the Mandarin Oriental. All rave reviews and expansive views (of Hyde Park). But is it any good dear.. is it dear? Well its certainly Gimmicky A La Heston. It must have been a busy weekend as I did not have time to read up about the concept - so when the invite from Carbon Trader Girl arrived (via text), I trotted up with Insurance Man to the Mandarin Oriental. We were shown to the large rooms filled with light and right next to the glassed in Kitchen. Carbon Trader Girl was already seated along with Silver Fox Fortysomething.

The concept was explained to us. Aha - recipes from the middle ages to Victorian times. Heston does History. Kind of ancient food Porn. But is it any good dear.. well yes on balance.. its beautiful, tastes wonderful with exquisite flavours BUT .. yeah you know there is a but.. small portions and bloody expensive. Well its only your own fault I hear you all shouting... true.. true... but my fair readers.. I suffer so you shall be spared. The wine list (ENORMOUS and EXTENSIVE) is very pricey.. cheap bottles are between £35-45. And we had two. Lunch came to £90 each.

Is it worth it - I hear you ask - well the desserts are pretty - look at that tangerine.. all beautiful marzipan and sweetness. Perfection indeed BUT the bit parts do not add up to the sum of the whole. In my humble opinion, there are better eateries in London. As a gimmick - it works as do the service, room and decor.

Would I return? No.. unless I was being wined and dined by a Middle Eastern Potentate!

Scandic Front

2011-05-23T23:11:00.004+01:00

Located across the harbour from the Opera House and round the corner from cute little Nyhaven, this modern hotel (part of a larger chain of mid-priced hotels) with neat Danish touches - egg chairs and a cool calm aesthetic, hits almost all the right buttons for the discerning weekend traveller. We opted for one of the larger rooms on the 6th floor, with a balcony. Lets just say we were grateful. The room was large enough but the bathroom - tiny. And all the toiletries from a dispenser. Really - is this eco or just plain mean. Surely one goes to hotels to sample new products and nick a few to re-use at home or less chi-chi hotels?

The common areas have some vibrant art of questionable taste! But its wears its design lightly - there is a table football in the lobby area and more amusingly a blackboard to write messages (chalk supplied) .... below is Mr Jones's effort.

The rooms are in soft accents of sky blue or taupe brown and are overall quite pleasing to the eye.

The downside is that this being a chain means breakfast buffet is a bit on the trough-side - complete with over heated eggs and sausages out of packets and screaming kids (it was a long weekend in Denmark too). But if you can put up with this - the location cannot be bettered and the staff are young, fresh and quite good looking. Oh and very helpful - suggesting which trains to take, what the cheaper options and so on. Now that is service and really that is what makes this place worthy of a return visit. The chap the desk even drew me out a jogging route.

Our advice - book ahead - use Booking.com for deals and pay the extra for the larger room especially in spring/summer - you can sit out and take the views of the harbour!

Custome House

2011-05-17T00:10:00.003+01:00

This may have once been a Conran inspired resto.. Lord knows who now owns it.. but they would do well to sort out the rubbish curt service. To be warned on arrival that "your food will be late" is a tad off putting.

This is a shame as the restaurant is housed in a beautiufully restored Deco building. All dark woods and expansive views of the harbour and Christina on the other side, it has a prime location.

The food when it arrived was pretty ok... good steaks and decently priced. But the service.. dear oh dear.. One to Avoid kids.

Danish Design Museum Cafe

2011-05-04T23:19:00.004+01:00

This is a hidden gem in Copenhagen - located on Bergarde Street near the Royal Palace, it is housed in a beautiful 18th Century Building that used to be a hospital. At some point in oh lets see.. 1926, it was converted to the Danish Design Museum - not only is it stuffed with gorgeous Mid century design objects, it has a this cafe that serves simple coffee (no cappucinos or such like) and fantastic cakes. We took our cheescake (beautiful with flecks of vanilla pod and a hint of lemon) and Lemon & marzipan cake out into the courtyard. The view is so peaceful and relaxing - surrounded by ancient lime trees and great architecture, we guzzled away with the sun beating down on us. A slice of heaven - nay folks - paradise. Restful for the soul, nourishing for the waistline.

Kodbyens Fiskebar

2011-04-28T22:09:00.004+01:00

Set in Trendy Vesteboro (i.e. crime, run down, immigrants ... but oh so cool), we made our way by taxi over to the Meat Packing district (yep there are plenty of packers there but now having to compete with galleries and cool restaurants). We had booked a table - and we arrived pretty much on time. The service staff (maitre D and waitresses) are friendly and helpful. We were seated with Minimum of fuss. We took in the view. Peeling industrial ceilings, large bar with stools set up for eating and cosily packed tables a deux. Oh did I mention the crowd - interesting mix of grande dames and trendy young things and the weird wonder fish with spiny fins that swam up and down a circular tube in the middle of the restaurant (used to be Jelly Fish .. not sure what happened to them).

The menu is divided into Raw and Cooked and is serviced by two kitchens. So beware if you order a starter from one and a main from the other. They may arrive in reverse order. No matter, our Ursula Andress Look-alike waitress, explained the menu and left us to it (after she had brought some brown rye bread and beautifully moulded salty butter).

We ordered a Rose (French since you ask) and I chose Greenland Crab wrapped in Radish with a green sauce that hinted of wasabi and basil to start with (Raw) and for mains, I ordered two medium sized dishes - fried brill and another, mussels in apple cider and cream. Well readers - it was all pretty damn good.

Mr Jones had the Trout Carpacio with fried spelt - which was divine - a mixture of soft and crunchy that exploded in the mouth. He followed this by Cod cooked in brown butter. All pretty damn good.

We passed on desserts and had coffees instead - with some home made chocolates - this came wrapped and sealed in a plain white paper bag. The chocs were all different - Raspberry coated choc lollipop, peanut and choc brittle and so on.

Overall verdict - pretty good. Not cheap (about £120 for the two of us) however, Good service, good food. Just make sure you book as this is popular - unlike the 5 pretty Danish girls who chanced it and waited 1.5 hours to be served... you have been duly warned kids.

Nimb Brasserie

2011-04-24T18:43:00.005+01:00

Lit up like a Christmas Tree complete with Loud Cheers and screams from the roller coasters and other death defying fairground rides (when the doors are open on balmy days), this place should come with a health warning to the senses. The Tivoli Park, an institution to the Dour Danes, is akin to the Brighton Pavilion - darned Crazy kitch architecture harking back to someone's mad dream of an Indian palace. Nimb however is a very chic concept, comprising of a hotel (5 star and prices to match in an already ridicoulously expensive city), Bakery, Michelin Star restaurant, Grill, Bar and of course a Brasserie (where we were dining). I had booked in advance and the lovely Danish waitress took us to our table. The whole look and feel is bright and airy - large windows over looking Tivoli Park and inside onto the Open Kitchen.

We studied the menu (there is also a 4 course tasting menu that can be paired with wines) and opted for fishy stuff. I started with the burnt, pickled chard with crispy skin in an apple foam and followed it by a salmon like fish in bacon, apple and mussels sauce.

Mr Jones opted steak tartar and followed by Monkfish with Jerusalem Artichoke.

We chose a French Cote du Rhone and finished with Danish Cheeses (Mr Jones) and Carrot Cake with Yoghurt. The food is definitely inventive and in my very humble opinion - bloody good. Mr Jones was less pleased - perhaps his choices were'nt as good?

The crowd here is by and large grown up - smattering of tourists and well heeled locals. The Dress code varies - smart casual will cover you. The service is pretty good most of the time - they do lapse when busy. Oh its quiet when the doors are closed - all you can hear is the contented hum of conversation and dining.

This is not cheap - 180 Euros for two people for a 3 course meal with an average priced wine and coffee. But hey - who said Denmark was value for Money?

The Orrery

2011-04-12T23:08:00.003+01:00

On a Sunny Spring day out with my Uni boys, we chose the Orrery in Marylebone as a perfect place to catch up, chew the fat and generally get sloshed. The Orrery is a smart French resto located in a converted stable - huge circular windows over looking a cute park, that were open the gentle breeze.. wonderful wine.. what was not to like?

An excellent pate with pear.. to start with.

a fish pie with lobster and potato for mains and a chocolate fondant for dessert. Perfect and excellent for £28 for 3 course. The service is formal and French and the wine pricey so choose carefully.. the food is simple but perfectly executed. This is one for the grown ups!

Dress code - relaxed at lunch time

Crowd - worthy dull North London Labour Types (Champagne Socialists ..)

Service - excellent and formal

Hotel Piranesi

2011-04-08T23:00:00.001+01:00

Located on the incredibly chic Via Babuoni and short walk from both Piazza Del Popollo and The Spanish Steps, this is an incredibly sweet 3-4 star hotel. Given that we got this in an Expedia deal (£220 flights and hotel) just to catch an exhibition, I was not expecting much.

But goes to show one does not need to stay in 5 star luxe (like its near neighbour - the Hotel De Russie) - the welcome was warm and though the room we had was smallish (there are bigger rooms - I hasten to add), its decorated in a mix of Piranesi prints (original) and ancient frame pieces of fabric. The breakfast served in the basement in winter/spring, was more than adequate. Though check out was at 12, they are happy to store luggage and even let you use the Internet for free (well to check-in to flights)

A perfectly charming bijou bolt-hole for central Rome at a price that cannot be beaten!

Sacro e Profano

2011-04-05T22:32:00.003+01:00

The Sacred and the Profane.. applies as much as to the delish food (former) and quantity (just hugely profane!). Located as it is in a former church (this being Rome, a mere 1000 years old), we stumbled on this resto whilst my tummy was rumbling furiously. Tucked away in a quite side street, it seemed deserted, yet the waiters were welcoming and we sat outside.

After ordering a refreshing Tyrolean white wine, we studied the Calabrian menu. We ordered the mixed antipasti (a word of caution... this is a meal in itself) and then Ravioli with sausage, with chestnuts and fennel for Mr Jones and the squid ink pasta (with fresh mint) for myself.

First off comes a warm bread - divine warm bread, almost a flat bread. Then the antipasti - artichokes, potato in oil, spicy sardines (crushed), swordfish, mushrooms... endless I tell you.. endless.

The pasta was simply some of the best I have ever had and struggled to finish - palming off at least half onto Mr Jones - who was in the mood to eat. What gives it the oomph, is the mint!

We rounded this hefty meal off with some coffees. Dessert would have tipped us over the edge and down the hill.

I thoroughly recommend this place if you are in between Trevi and the Qurinale. The waiters speak reasonable English and are very attentive.

Total price for all that... and to sit outside - Euro 64 for the two.

Colombo International Airport

2011-03-18T23:14:00.004Z

A modern and decent sized airport (given the recently ended civil/terrorist war) shares its runway with a Military Airbase given a certain frisson to landing/taking off from Colombo. On our depature, as we waited our turn to take off, I spotted an Fighter jet zoom in to land, deploying its parachute.

Technically, the airport is 35km away from the City - so be warned. It can take up to an hour to drive in (when there is no traffic).

On arrival, there are plenty of immigration desks - head for the ones for tourists and not the ones for migrant workers. The staff here are a pleasure and welcoming.... pity Heathrow can't learn a thing or two. Once you clear immigration, there are porters to help you with your luggage. The Arrival's area is large and airy. The airport is airconditioned, marbled and stocked with some decent shops on arrival and depature.

On depature, be warned, security checks are twofold , an initial check once you get dropped off and then again pre-check in (no liquid restrictions). These are strict as metals are rigorously examined. The lounges (Qatar Airways) are ok - stocked with papers, TV, Internet access and food (decent choice but the smell of breakfast permeated the whole lounge). There are showers and toilets.

Make a bee line for the gem stone shops (upper level) if you have spare time and cash. Odel's is also a good bet for last minute presents, gifts and books.

This aiport is a pleasure to travel through.

The Grazing Goat

2011-03-16T22:26:00.009Z

Located just a stone's throw away from Marble Arch (forget the blurb about it being trendy Marylebone - this IS Marble Arch) on cute little New Qubec Street, the Grazing Goat is from the stable that brought you Thomas Cubitt in Belgravia and the Orange in Pimlico.

It has the same airy space, light wood fittings and simple furniture. The ground floor is an informal pub and the upstairs more a formal dining area. That said, when we went for lunch on Sunday, it was pretty informal and relaxed.

Our waiter, a cheerful South African chap, was very helpful and moved us to a larger table, when we unexpectedly grew by 1 despite the restaurant being busy. That's service folks.

We ordered an excellent French Red and studied the menus in deep silence and contemplation.

I opted for the excellent fried salty squid. Crisp, tangy and crunchy. Amazing. For mains, I plumped for the Sunday Roast (beef) with lashings of gravy and copious veg. Oh and a mini Yorkshire Pudding.

This was possibly the best Sunday Roast I have ever had! It was tasty and succulent.

As we polished off more wine, we were already contemplating desserts, whilst catching up on gossip and news. I went for the banana cheese cake with salt caramel ice cream.

The place is a find - BUT book in advance and you won't be disappointed.

Wow - the food and relaxed ambience.

Not so Wow - the gaps in wine and water - but the waiter was super nice so all is forgiven!

Vil Unya - tale of 2 rooms

2011-03-14T21:18:00.008Z

Set as it is in lush lush Paddy fields.. and marsh land this is on paper a very sucessful exercise in Eco-tourism. The concept is wonderful.. set between the cultural sites of Sigiriya and Dambulla its perfect for a chilled out site seeing trip. The owners (the chain Jetwing) have created a resort in reclaimed farmland.. i.e the paddy you see above is really rice ready for harvesting. Farmers are welcomes to cultivate and harvest all around you... the hotel goes further in giving jobs to local villagers. All of this has to be applauded as it is ethical. And perhaps one feels less guilty.. However, its full of charms - views of Sigiriya, infinity pools, lush paddies, stunning Suns birds, Rice Catchers, Herons, Sinister Water Monitors (Giant Amphibian Lizards).. and the odd rampaging Elephant (we were asleep, he went for the banana plantation).

The resort includes an amazing spa (under used... not sure why) set on its island, complete with a cute little gym (see above) and a restaurant with a view. The spa has some excellent treatment rooms surrounded by water and inside, channels of water with tiny fish. Very relaxing.

When we booked a 2 nights in a Paddy Room (set over paddy fields) and 2 nights in a large forest room (complete with its own private pool, sunk bath, indoor lily pool and so on) we were pleasantly surprised when we were told we were being upgraded to a Forest room for the whole 4 nights.

We were pleasantly surprised and loved the room allocated. The forest rooms are a large 2 floor space with huge bathing areas, air con, large beds, balconies, private pool and so on. It was delightful and stunning.

Now readers, imagine my surprise, when I happen to ask venture to the reception 2 days in, to be told we need to move. After much arguing (upgrade vs original booking), they let us stay for one more night in our Forest room. The last night we were packed off to the paddy room (Room 102... remember that kids).

Now like Animal Farm, All rooms are equal BUT some rooms are more equal than others... it would seem that 102 was not the same as other paddy rooms... why?

1. Its next to road with no view of a paddy

2. Room 103 looks into 102.. unlike other stand alone Paddy Rooms
3. There are no mosquito nets in 102 (our Forest room - above was well equiped with nets)

Now one complaint to the reception just raised a smile... so a complaint to the duty manager was called for. He tried to move us but they were full - also I foolishy thought, its only one night. The result of this foolishness? Severe bites, swelling and a nice allergy that took 2 weeks to subside. Unfortunately the hotel management (Marketing dept) were in my humble opinion, rather unsympathetic in their response.

Now do I recommend this place? Well all things considered - Yes. Its unique and simply stunning.

Wow factors - the views, the birdlife, the simplicity and solitude.

Not so wow - the limited menu at the restaurant (focused on catering to western tourist - cue lots of pasta etc) and the rather rudimentary room 102 - to be avoided AND the lack of concern by the reception staff/Marketing team. In fairness the duty manager tried to help - so hats of to him. Shame he is let down by the others around him.

Waijaya Beach

2011-03-08T21:30:00.003Z

Think Picture Postcard.. Think Waijaya. This was a tip from Miss Russian Furniture Tycoon.. and you know what, it was superb. Think reef protected beach, think water like a warm tub, think paddling around or floating watching blue and yellow reef fish.. think ice cold Chilean Sauvignon Blanc. YES kids.. this is a perfect beach with a lovely little resto run by an English Woman and her Sri Lankan Husband (and gorgeous model like kids) that has reasonable wines, wood fired pizzas and pretty damn good prawn and rice curries. Go for the beach and stay for the sun downers - you will be eating dinner with the waves lapping close by and your toes in the sand... with a million stars for company.

WOW - the empty beach, reasonable wine and pizza

Not So WOW - the English Expats/Dried up Trust Fund babies who think they own the country.

Where - Just in between Unawatuna and Thalpe (south of Galle)

Frangipani

2011-03-05T13:05:00.011Z

Welcome dear readers to a slice of paradise..... read on:
The beach at Sunrise.
The Beach at sunset ... a divine boutique hotel!

With modern trick photography some times you dread when reality collides with the glossy website of a hotel. This can sometimes be epecially true with Boutique hotels.. a room that is a little smaller than you expect, a swimming pool that is a more like a hot tub, bathroom your cat would refuse to be swung in... we have all been there! Well faithful readers, fear not. In the pursuit of perfection, Mr Jones and I booked this place in Thalpe (15 mins Tuk-Tuk/Rickshaw ride from Galle Fort). Now Thalpe seems to be the Mayfair of Galle.. complete with gorgeous villas, expansive views and prices to match.

To say this place did not disappoint would be an understatement. I feel deeply in in love with this place - It is possibly one of the most gorgeous places I have stayed. Not all about style - there is substance behind the Frangipani, which are excellent food, friendly professional service with a smile and bags of charm and a can do attitude. Its run (for the Pakistani/Dutch owners) by a charming young Polish man (Voitek) who is very helpful and can assist you with a wealth of knowledge about local beaches.

The hotel, designed by a disciple of the Great Bawa, is all concrete, warm teak wood and sun baked tiles and is set in lush tropical gardens with mature palm trees and consists of a low rise central building (Olive Ridley) and other buildings with rooms that dot the gardens.

You never have more than one room next too you - although those of the ground floor may lack a bit of privacy (especially when non-hotel guests come for lunch - more about that later). We had the upstairs room in the Olive Ridley (name after a turtle.. no some lady.. unless it was a lady turtle), which was large. Larger than my flat in London. Its beautifully neutral with shuttered windows running all round the room.. you can throw one open and hear the soothing crash of waves just beyond the palm trees.

Our room contained a large 4 poster bed, a writing desk (perfect for postcards), raised lounging platforms by the windows dotted with colourful cushions, for you to relax, read a book and look wistfully out of the window.. yes because one day you too will have to leave this paradise and head home!

The rooms are equipped with air con and huge ceiling fans. You always have the sea breeze, however, there are some notorious mosquitoes around waiting for fresh foreign blood. So you have been warned.

Beautiful tropical flowers - the whole hotel is strategically dotted with tall vases of flowers .. all exotic like birds of paradise.
Simple and stylish room - one for sophisticated grown ups.

The equally large bathroom - with a stone tub and a separate rainfall shower area. They also stock the most beautiful Rose Soaps. You can open the shutters, sink into the bath and watch the sun set listening to the waves.

There is a large lap pool and some loungers - the sea here is rough and is not advisable for the inexperienced to swim (Mr Jones dared it and reported a strong undertow) but the beach is amazing for shell picking and watching the odd sea turtle. Still there are several stunning beaches about 5 minutes from the hotel that are perfectly safe. This beach at Frangipani is wonderful to sit and just watch the waves or to read a book under the palm trees. If you walk down further along the beach, you

will see the famous stilt fishermen of these parts!

Now to the food - amazing - yummy breakfasts (huge portions of fresh fruit, eggs and hoppers... the latter on request) and wonderful dinners. The pleasant surprise for us was the reasonably priced ($30) bottles of delicious Chilean wine. Just lovely to wash down the excellent lobster.

All taste buds are catered for. Though the menu does not change much other than the catch of the day.

To activities - as yet there isn't a spa which was a massive shame as Mr Jones likes his treatments. There is a tennis court and you can always rope the staff into playing cricket!

Wow Factor - sophisticated design, location and pool.

Not so wow - letting people come in for coffee and use the pool - especially snotty kids that throw their dad's shoe in the pool. Before you say anything they were an English family... probably from Highgate!

Fort Printers

2011-03-01T23:46:00.005Z

This gorgeous little boutique hotel .. is deceptively large once you step in. Located as it is off Church street, in the heart of the Heritage City of Galle, it is a prime as you can get (well if you ignore the antiseptic Aman Hotel). It is located next to the excellent Barefoot boutique and several jewellry shops including Ibrahims (where Mr Jones spent a small fortune on cufflinks, vases and the like).

Galle itself is so bijou, cute and tiny, it hurts... packed as it is with stunning deco houses, Dutch ramparts, mosques and beautiful ochre walls - This is the new hot hot global nomads city of choice.

The hotel itself was once a former Printing house and then a school... and a former Conde Nast hot list hotel, this place is a haven. You walk and are welcomed with fresh juices and shown to your room. Ours was by the pool, surrounded as it were by high ochre walls and Frangipani trees.

The rooms are large with free standing baths, separate showers and huge comfy beds. The walls are white and colour is represented in fabrics and cushions.

The common areas are beautifully appointed with modern art installations, old chinese cabinets, comfy deep sofas and an old printing press. The whole effect is soothing, sophisticated and very grown up.

The staff are laid back but helpful - welcoming us when we turned up unexpectedly due to a mishap with our booking. Even better is the amazing food - especially the lobster curry and the flourless chocolate cakes (with mango ice cream). Even if you don't stay here, pop in for dinner and you will be treated a special experience - sitting as we did in the intimate courtyard, smelling the fragrant frangipani flowers ... magical, secret garden in the heart of the ancient Dutch Fort.

Wow Factor - the common areas and the garden!

Who's says there's no good food on Malta?

2011-02-20T18:03:00.007Z

Admittedly,our expectations had dropped from their normal Belgian/London level... Why, with all the warnings from friends and colleagues and some first not very spectacular experiences in well known establishments in St Julians. But .. that all changed this Saturday night in St Julians. Having taken ample time in the hotel spa area after apero cocktail,.. Mr Jones and I found ourselves trailing the restaurant strip in Spinola Bay around 10pm.. like two famished tramps.. No clue where to go, and quite frankly frightened at the thought of a bad dinner. So finally Mr Jones cut through the cake and thus the many soso looking options and proposed to go Where East meets West. Now I must admit, the thought of modern fusion cuisine in Malta didn't quite do it for me at first, and I was afraid of yet another Asia de Cuba copycat.
How I was proved wrong !

We got an immediate good vibe from the host as we entered the restaurant... He seemed just so genuinely friendly. He showed us the different table options, by the time we got in, the restaurant was only 1/4th filled, and we chose a cosy and secluded little corner. The interior decoration definitely deserves a mention in the otherwise cookie cutter Maltese classic design... Though maybe the little mirrors on the pillars where just a tiny bit 'trop'.. But that's debattable, and we' re only adding this comment to proof that we were still looking with a critical eye ( we were famished after all)!

After some expert advise on Maltese wines, Mr Jones settled for a bottle of red Maltese cabernet, while I was recommended to stick to the Chilian Sauvignon Blanc with my sushi main.

Not for long came a first little surprise in the form of an amuse of fresh vegetable soup, offered by the chef. This clearly came from the West side of the menu, as it reminded us both of our granny's soup. But tasty it was, and just what we needed as well by that time.
A generous and varied breadbasket was added, including fresh parmesan/olive sticks, accompanied by some quite original dips: coco-peanut and spicy pepper. By the time out starters came we were already totally fans.. and the starters, from the West, a kingprawn red risotto and artichoke agnolotti were to die for.
Our mains were from the Eastern menu, a beef teriyaki and a mix of rainbow and dragon maki rolls send us straight to heaven.

Zest, the restaurant of Malta's most prized boutique hotel Juliani, adds - true to name- real zest to Malta's restaurant scene. May it serve as an example for new inspired restaurateurs. Compliments to M. Alan Orio, the very professional, and charming manager and a true perfectionist.

Theva Residency

2011-02-20T13:40:00.007Z

The Theva is the new Kid on the Block in venerable old Kandy. Set high up in one of the hills above Kandy, you have to take a couple of mildly heart stopping hair pin bends up. Its a modern building shining like a beacon.

For all its modern clean lines, this boutique hotel has some antique touches in the carefully chosen antiques that thoughtfully scattered around the property. This place is not for everyone but as a base for Kandy - its pretty damn good and with a view. It also has a decent sized infinity pool for a cooling dip after tramping around the Tooth Temple/Gem Shops/Antique shops (delete as required).

The rooms to go for are the top floor ones - the others are too close to the lobby or the kitchen and could be very noisy. You have been warned.

The room we had - Deka (or two) is large and has an amazing view from the wide (really wide - I mean as room width) windows, a raised modern jacuzzi bath (a claw foot would have been better... instead of the modern contraption in situ. Along the length of the whole window is a shallow open fish tank (height being just under the window). So if you tire of the view, you can watch the tiny gold fish darting about. Very Zen!

The bathroom is well appointed with a shower (surrounded by pebbles) and is well lit (unlike most places we have stayed here in Sri Lanka). The only snag? Hmm how do i put this delicately? Well you can see right through to the bathroom as it is a glass wall with only the middle 3rd frosted. I do hope you get the picture......

The food and service here is pretty good and professional. Breakfasts are huge and Mr Jones (eating on his own that night as I had to visit friends) reports that the dinner was pretty good too!

Why go? Views, Pool, Food and Service

To Avoid? Lower rooms and bathroom lack of privacy (solved by stacking our bags along the lower see-through 3rd of the bathroom)

Wallawwa

2011-02-13T13:56:00.007Z

Just what Boutique hotels should be like.. who ever owns this place and had it designed followed the tick list of "how to design a bijou hotel". I write this sipping a decent Tanquery & Tonic whilst chewing fried cashews with curry leaves and slivers of garlic. Moreish!

After turbulent Doha to Colombo flight, I was ready for some pampering. And we were not to be disappointed. The Wallawwa which is an old colonial house (owned by a chieftain) that has be lovingly restored. Set in a few acres of land with mature tree, beautiful flowers and ancient statues scattered around the ground - you are made to feel welcome in a grown up sophisticated atmosphere. The courtyards here surround rectangular pools of water filled with lilies and carp. In fact you are not too far from the sound of plashing water. The effect is one of languid relaxation.

Its a shame that this is used a transit place to and from the airport (about 20 minutes away from the International airport and 45 minutes from Colombo) for it deserves to be a destination in its own right. There is a splendid little spa where the Masseur gave me a Sandalwood scrub (goodbye winter skin) and deep massage that I fell into deep sleep (and snored - very uncool .. but I mumbled excuses about long flights). The spa is deeply relaxing (no whale music or chanting.. just gentle music).

But Wait - what of the rooms - the suites are HUGE -with a bathroom that is a large as the bedroom and containing the biggest rainfall shower I have ever had the pleasure to soak under.

The room itself is complete with a four poster bed, antique furniture and plenty of storage space. Colour is added by witty little touches - a red retro phone, lampshades and so on. Very calming and discreet.

And Now to the food.. which you can have anywhere on the grounds or on the beautiful Veranda. The Sri-Lankan food is good as Mummy's (and dare I say it.. better?). European tastes are catered for too... and snacks served all day by a friendly and attentive staff - natty in their red polo shirts and blue cargo shorts (ok the English is not perfect and sometimes they forget to bring a requested drink but their attitude is in the right place which makes up for the lapses).

Cost - Approx $180 per night for bed and breakfast.

Wow factor - the house its too chic. I want to live here and the pool, green and azure under ancient trees

Modern British Sculpture

2011-02-06T23:06:00.002Z

What you don't actually see in the photo above is the huge appendage of this 1930s Alabaster Sculpture. One of the highlights of an otherwise lackluster and contrary exhibition of Modern British Sculpture. The rooms in the Royal Academy are poorly sign posted and Mr Jones and I started in the wrong room. Still the Henry Moore and Barbara Hepworth pieces were thought provoking and extremely covetable. The Perspex box with rotting meat and flies, less so!

I must say some of it left me cold, however, being a Art Deco fan, I loved seeing some rare Eric Gill pieces. Simply stunning.

Why go - for some of the early 1920-1950s pieces.

Why not to go - rotting meat and flies.. sub-Lady Gaga. Also the RA seems to have turned its nose up against Anthony Gormley and Anish Kapoor - populist granted but still worth of a mention?

Baity

2011-01-31T20:27:00.004Z

Well yes.. on paper this must have sounded like a great idea. Clearly there is some money behind this little venture given its chi-chi address of Walton Street. The Philosophy on its snazzy cheery website states its all about the atmosphere and food without typical Chelsea Frills.

Well one Sunday, Miss Palindrome and I went down to the woods that is Brompton Cross and to this little bijou new comer. And what did we find? Well heeled Chelsea Med-Arab-Euro types in natty jumpers brightening up the stark white walls not eating very much (more about that later... and you will understand why).

The place looked like it had been put together by a designer with a vague idea of what chic simplicity should be. So you have battered blue metal chairs circa 1940s, tables made out of fruit crates and bright paintings on the walls.

And so to the food... well what can I say, expensive and oily. We paid about £50 for the two of us without any wine for some pre-cooked steamed fish (Miss Palindrome) and fried cod (Me) with beetroot salad and rice. Oh and some apple juice.

We say - Give this place a miss!

(Ps Sadly this is just the sort of place that would go down well with the Chelsea arrivistes).

Skievelat

2011-01-21T00:15:00.003Z

On a sunny Sunday afternoon after shopping for Vintage floor lamps and 1920s paintings, we were hungry and were directed to this cute little restaurant close to the Sablon. It was 2.30pm and so were grateful when they had a table.. in the cute upstairs section.

I opted for the Mussels with Fries.. after all this time visiting Brussels, this was the first time i have had this here. And hell, they were huge and succulent all suffused in a creamy sauce with shallots.

This is a great place filled with locals yet very close to the Sablon and the Antiques quarter - the wine is served by the litre and is very reasonably priced.
Where - Down from Sablon towards Rue Haute.

Cost - 20-30 Euros for Lunch with wine.

Dress code - uber relaxed... its Belgium.. relax.. man.. Or is that Amsterdam?

Crowd - happy locals.

Brasserie Bozar

2011-01-14T23:15:00.003Z

There we were in Brussels looking at a whole load of centuries old painted ladies under dimmed lights in an hushed environments.. jostled and pushed for a clearer view. Yes we were at the rather excellent Cranach exhibition. My favourite was cupid with a honey comb being chided by a imperious naked Venus.. ok I digress. All that art, made us hungry and we traipsed off to the Brasserie next to the Bozar. A diffusion restaurant from the Michelin starred David Martin, it was light and airy with a distinct New York feel about it (and cold.. the heating was malfunctioning). The food is good and well executed - kicking off with melted goats cheese and shaved fried chorizo crumbs. Shame about the heating.

Upside down bread pudding.
Seabass in a delish sauce.
Steak American - not to shabby.

The staff are friendly and helpful.. happy to tolerate my stumbling french. But go back - well only if there are more painted ladies at the Bozar!

Where - next to the Musee Bozar in central Brussels

How much - 40Euro for 3 courses and wine

Eyre Brothers

2010-12-27T23:28:00.004Z

As in Jane Eyre... Anyway the Eyre Brothers was an unusual choice for a team Christmas Lunch - tasteful, sophisticated and in trendy Shoreditch - what were we doing here? Well, it was a very providential (albeit expensive) choice. The food is a take on Spanish/Portuguese fare with an impressive Spanish Wine List. Beer drinks will be disappointed - seems that Sarges is about it.

I had the rib eye, cooked in garlic for mains - delicious - though my discerning colleagues thought it too garlicky. There are some interesting choices on the menu - Pigeon being one!
The above is my starter - a good dollop of cod, with olives and peppers. Tasty and light.

The space is airy and light (despite the low roof) - on the downside, the opposite offices of media companies replete with hipsters, seem to take pleasure in watching the diners!

Will I go back - yes perhaps with Mr Jones. Its was certainly an interesting introduction. Oh £45 for lunch. Admittedly with a large amount of alcohol as befits a team Christmas lunch.

Elysee - throwing plates greek style

2010-12-13T23:48:00.008Z

Miss Palindrome is marrying Greek God. Next July. You heard it here first. Which might go someway to explaining the rather puzzling choice of a Greek Restaurant to celebrate her birthday. What I know about Greek cuisine I could write on a postage stamp.. Anyway after a quick aperitif with Miss Belgium (Mr Jones partaking but going home due to a heavy cold.. not the weather) at the Phene, we Addison Lee-ed it to Percy Street and to Elysee. I swear I have been here.. in a different life. As a poor student. 20 years ago. Yeah do the math.

Anyway, like London and Greece (pre-crash), Elysee seems to have gone upscale. Plush champagne coloured seats, white linen.. and a set menu. Oh and some very Drunk Norwegians on the next table (about 30 of them). Who would have thought Norwegian Women were this good looking. One way ticket to Oslo Please. I digress. The food you ask.. well Mezze - pretty good especially the lamb cutlets .. yummy followed by greek salads and lots of Kebabs. The fish kebabs were good. I was less keen on the Pork.

Yes there was plate breaking. Unglazed and positively a New Labour Health Hazard.

The Drunk Norwegians like 14 year old boys peaked too early and left. Unfortunately taking the women with them. But then that's when the Greeks arrived. Not bearing any gifts.. apart from more beauteous women (22 years old in case you are wondering) and the capacity to smoke indoors and of course drink copiously. Fabulous. The band struck up Greek blues. With 3 singers of varying beauty. Its worrying when the male singer is prettier. Anyway, We were in for a party.

We duly trawled out at 4am. A good time was had by all.

Why go - to dance to Greek music, watch beautiful women (Greek and Norwegian - a very compelling reason to be part of the EU).

Do not go if you are a wall flower couple who wants a serene and sophisticated night. This is raw group fun at its best.

Happy Birthday Miss Palindrome!

Trinity

2010-12-06T23:30:00.004Z

If you go down to South London today, you will come across something rather better than a teddy bear's Picnic. The Trinity is a cool sophisticated restaurant with serious foodie credentials.

Right on the Polygon (no I did not bother counting the number of sides) in the heart of old Clapham is Trinity. When South African Model and her Market Guru hubby invited us out for dinner, we did not know what a treat we were in for.

On arrival (late - blame freezing fog, missing pocket squares etc), we were show a table in the middle of the open plan restaurant. Its all white and the colours are cast by beautiful bunches of flowers and pumpkins on the tables. Why pumpkins, I do not know. That said on the table (along with afore mentioned pumpkin, were serious thin and tasty flat bread with a tangy pumpkin dip).

The crowd is on the whole grown up and casual. The service and the staff however are friendly and formal. This restaurant thinks itself grown up and the food is too. We opted for the tasting menu (with accompanying wine). It was very good. So what did we have? Well all of this:

Pumpkin Soup with Fresh Cows Curd and Shaved Chestnuts

Au Bon Climat "Wild Boy", Chardonnay 2007, Santa Barbara, USA

Red Wine Poached Foie Gras with a Quince Compote and Spiced Bread

Candido Aleatico 2002, Salice Salentino, Italy

Caramelised Fillet of Halibut with Shellfish a la Grecque,

Broccoli and Citrus

Dr. Loosen Riesling, "Wolf" 2009, Pfalz, Germany

Beef

Domaine de la Ferne Saint Martin "Terres Jaunes" 2008,

Beaumes de Venise, France

Vanilla and Pear Yoghurt

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Valrhona Chocolate Hot Pot with Salt Caramel Ice Cream

Lustau ''Emilin'' Moscatel, Jerez, Spain NV

Overall Verdict: Pretty damn impressive. The stand out dishes were the Halibut, Beef and the Chocolate Hot Pot.. .. oh thats the whole menu.

Would we go back - yes! A big thank you to South African Model for suggesting this night out!

An Ideal Husband

2010-11-26T23:21:00.002Z

Last Friday, we all duly trooped to the Vaudeville theatre to sample a bit of Wilde humour. Oscar Wilde to be precise. The Vaudeville located as it is on the Strand, is not one of the more glamorous theatres. Front of the house and the bars are cramped and could do with a serious glamorous re-fit. Still the seats in the stalls were comfortable. The sets were impressive enough, however, the play itself? Well the leads were mixed. Miss Cheveley, was terrific - dripping poison and all the wrongs done to her sex as armour. Lord Chiltern was pretty good to. Sadley, Lady Chiltern (Rachel Sterling) was horse and Lord Goring kept fumbling his lines .. not once but thrice! As for Mabel .. she was play as a shrill little twit.

Additionally, the costumes were not perfect.. thread hanging, rubber soles, extra long laces.. really must I go on?

Was it any good.. well we laughed at the right bits and resolved to re-read his works.

Go if you fancy being gently tickled!

Gail's

2010-11-22T23:23:00.003Z

Smack Bang in the Middle of Nappy Valley AKA Clapham between the Commons (Wandsworth and Clapham in case you are wondering) is the cool, clean, minimalist Bakery - Gail's.

Now if you don't like Children.. especially tantrum prone ones, this place could be hell. However, it proved to be a treat... doubly so, as South African Model took me here, when I dared to venture south of River and paid for it. What did we have - delicious Coffee, Croissant Pudding, Leek tart and Brownies... Well it was tea time and we had a lot of catching up to do!

The Service is charming and friendly.. which contrasts with the clinical and white interiors. The focus is the gorgeous breads and cakes which is perfectly set off by the white surroundings.

The crowd is veers towards the young and the child laden, with the odd first date thrown in.

Where is it - slap bang in the middle of trendy Northcote Road.

Come Meet the Strangers

2010-11-17T23:41:00.005Z

Braving the elements, Mr Plum King (he of the extraordinary home made Dim Sum) and I stalked the streets around Bank looking for a cab. Those Yellow Lights were rarer than teeth after a visit from the Tooth Fairy. Eventually, we found one.. entreated the cabbie to take us way way East... to a land populated by beautiful arty types. Well like fish out of water, we plunged into an exhibition space.. (why is it that all creative things happen East.. yes yes Rents .. blah blah) where the Stunningly Gorgeous and talented Russian Photographer, Iulia Filipovscaia was holding her first Solo exhibition.

Her photographs, like an advancing army, are suspended from the ceiling in rows of different heights and are of subjects, strangers really.. and their interaction with the camera and the artist. Some of the photographs intrigue and challenge, with subject often ignoring the camera and some directly take on the camera and thus the viewer. The subject is in a bare, empty room - no props, no directions... so the resulting pose and photos are the interactions between Iulia, the subject and the camera. Not a word is exchanged.

This is art I would love to have - if I had a warehouse conversion. Sadly right now my flat is given over to antiques.. Still if you get a chance (on until 1 December), do go visit this installation - at 458 Hackney Road, E2.

Royal Academy

2010-11-14T23:32:00.003Z

If you go down to Piccadilly today, do stop by the Royal Academy. There is a superb exhibition called the "Treasures of Budapest" - Fabulous art through the ages from Budapest. Yes. Budapest.. Who would have thunk it? So what are we talking here? A smattering of Goya's, El Greco's, Sprangers, stunning bronzes, beautiful Italian landscapes.. just a taster.. a romp through European Art history. Just what a an exhibition should be.. something to whet your appetite...

Also at the Royal Academy is the Glasgow Boys - pseudo-impressionist paintings from a group of Glaswegian Artists from the 1880s. Frankly apart from 5 or 6 paintings, they were chocolate boxy Barbizon School copies. They need not have left Glasgow. Anyway go judge for yourself.

Not Just Drinks

2010-11-07T23:16:00.004Z

Now readers, you are well aware that in the pursuit of reviewing new places and events, I go to great lengths. However, this very Sunday, I stumbled upon something very cool... and practically on my door step. It combined to of my favourite things - events and well .. drinks. Stefano, a young gentleman who works in Finance, has together with some friends come up with a platform of bring ideas and concepts to people in a convivial environment.

So in the rather Chic and Elegant 1st floor of the Phene, 25-30 people gathered to hear Steve Crawshaw talk about his new book " Small Acts of Resistance". An interesting exploration of how courage, tenacity and ingenuity can change the world. Now don't mistake this for a heavy droning lecture... in conjunction with some splendid red wine and canapes , Steve led an interactive discussion on how small acts of mischief can start a chain reaction that brings about change. Truely uplifting.

Stefano and Steve!

These events are currently organised once a month in London... I am certainly curious about the next one!!

Fort Tiracol

2010-11-04T22:13:00.002Z

You are sleep deprived, hung over, have survived a 3 hour SpiceJet Flight from Delhi, you stagger with you bags into a waiting car... and then bump and bounce you way from Dabolim to North Goa. When they say North... it does not get any further. This is the border with the next state. But to get there.. well its not the journey but the arrival (to paraphrase). And what an arrival.. You first cross the river with its leaping fish and Dolphins (more about them later) via a rickety old ferry... and drive up the hill via a quaint village with Goats & Cow Pats...and pull up to the Ramparts. Still you have no idea what lies beyond... And you walk through the Portico, you are greeted by Ochre Yellow Walls... and a stunning 17th Century Church and Christ the Redeemer behind you to extend a special welcome. The rooms are to the left and face the sea.. some have balconies with turrets. The rooms are simple and chic. Done up in white, black and yellows.. its restful to the eye and above all - Elegant!

A river to be crossed...
The view from the bathroom, where you can see Dolphins frolic in the sea below...

Dinner on the terrace - Delicious Goan Curries washed down with Beer. Dinner is fixed but the menu changes on a daily basis and they even did crab curry because I wanted some! At breakfast time, you can see the Dolphins feed on the fish in the bay (high tide) and watch them leap out of the water (whilst sipping your fresh Pineapple juice).
The Gorgeous Church.

My very own turret (for a week)... This place is magical (When you book ask for Sunday -its the biggest and best. I should know, I checked out all the othe rooms). The Services is some times a little slow (no internet connect for example) but its charming and the staff aim to help and please .. above all they leave to to rest, recoup and are on hand to offer advice.

The rooms do now come with fans, portable air con units, TVs and DVDs. However, its the silence and stars in the evenings that makes this place truely relaxing. Also for 3 nights, we were the only guests in the whole fort!

There is no swimming pool, given that this is a heritage fort. But there are several beaches between 5-20 minutes away. We took the hotel car and discovered different beaches until we settled on the perfect one...

National Secret - National Gallery of Art - Delhi

2010-10-31T18:52:00.005Z

The best kept secret in Delhi, little visited by locals or tourist.. this gem of an Art Gallery focuses primarily on Indian Art both old and Modern. With a strong collection of Miniatures and Company School art work, it skillfully traces the evolution of Indian Art from Moghul Miniatures to the Influence of the British and then onto Pan-Asiatic Art of the Bengal School. There are some stunning art work and includes one of my favourite Indian Painters - Amrita Sher-Gill. The above paintings were by the Daniels brothers who travelled through India in the 1790s capturing the local scenes.

The Gallery itself is near the Law Courts and India gate and is housed in a Deco Building as well as a well designed modern air conditioned annexe. Strange that no locals seem to visit (on both our visits). And don't expect a decent gift/gallery shop - its pretty poor with a service that neatly matches its lack of goods. Pretty Stalinist.

Its website is pretty poor and so is its advertising! But do go - you will be well rewarded by some stunning pieces - well worth it for the paltry £2.50 entry charge.

Tate Britain - one for the Boys

2010-10-14T23:45:00.004+01:00

By the Artist Fiona Banner - Old War Machines as Art Installations, a Jaguar and a Harrier Jump Jet. Cool or what? Find it in the central space of the Tate Britain. Awesome Beasts prone on their sides, ready for their close up.

The Hemmingway

2010-10-12T23:39:00.005+01:00

If you go down to Victoria Park one day.. do stop by this rather quirky, funny and ultimately charming eatery. Will little amusing touches like the cats bottom (with tail) stuffed into a deer's mouth (so it looks like a Yeti) to the wide open lips for Urinals, its may just put a post ironic smile on your face. Luckily for us, the food was not a joke. It was quite good and wait for it.. reasonably priced!

Carefully chosen vintage and antique furniture and objets keeps it firmly on the right side of Kitsch.

Now to the food. Its definitely above average:
Above was a pretty good Beef Wellington (though not as good as that served at Bob Bob Ricard)
But wait, here was a fantastic Duck terrine with toasted Brioche.

And tiger prawns with home made Sambal. Excellent. It was a perfect catch up lunch with East End Best Friend, Miss Palindrome, Greek God, East End Boy and Mr Jones. We managed to polish off 6 bottles of Argentinian Malbec (from a limited selection).

The staff are friendly, amusing and have memories like elephants (our waiter taking our order without a note pad).

Yes I recommend this place - its laid back, its cool and its pretty good.

The Old Vic

2010-10-09T18:36:00.003+01:00

Kevin Spacey's tenure at the old Vic has certainly interesting delivered mixed results. A good Hollywood directors does not maketh a good artistic director. Yet the Press were raving about The Design Of Living - an Old Noel Coward play that was banned in the 30s. So we duly trooped down to Waterloo with East End Best Friend, South African Model and Oriental Lawyer.

We got there early, so we made our way down to the basement bar, where we shared a bottle of Champagne. The play itself was amazing and has the power to make you laugh out loud and yet shocks with its themes of Love, Betrayal (perceived), Lust and for good measure Bisexuality. Its elegantly staged and a welcome addition to the Old Vic's repetoire.

The Beauty of this place is that they allow you to take your drinks in (albeit in plastic cups).. so we enjoyed the play with a bottle of red. The play is set in the 20s and 30s and is beautifully staged - in fact I wanted to move into the Manhattan Apartment set (its set it Paris, London and New York).

Priceless Angleterre

2010-09-30T20:27:00.001+01:00

What's in a star, when you can have a view like this to great you every morning? Who needs them... Surely the Angleterre is a 5 star hotel? What defines the star rating...? Surely Service... I have stayed at the Oberoi and Claridges which are the epitome of good discreet service...

The Angleterre is supposed to be one of the premier hotels in St Petersburg and indeed its location on St Isaacs's Square is pretty impressive. We had requested a Deluxe room with a view. And what a view.

We arrived on a hot August day and were greeted at the airport by the hotel car (£40 one way) and soon we were whizzed off to the hotel. The reception was very busy with tour groups. The reception (smartly attired in well cut grey suits) took away our passports (for registration) ... and we were only re-united with them 2 days later! We were show up to our larger deluxe room. Lets just say it was the size of a standard room with a poorly ventilated bathroom that steamed up every time you took a shower. It paid to shave before hand.

The common areas are kitted out in neutral hotel type furniture and fabrics. Its pleasant and peaceful (when not filled with tour groups).

The Room itself is done in creams, light browns and bright reds. Its quite easy on the eye. It is furnished with a desk and chair and a rather large TV. There is lots of storage space in the cupboards.

There is a small gym and pool, which is decently equipped and surprisingly well used - which means it can be busy!

The hotel is also equiped with two restaurants - the Caviar Bar and Borsolino (which serves Italian fare). We ate at neither.. except for breakfasts - which are vast trough like affairs. Brought out the inner pigs in us! The breakfasts were pretty good - lots of breads, cakes, yoghurts, pickles, herrings, bacon, eggs .. well you get the picture.

So far so good. Now to the bad stuff .. cue drums.. cue action: The service. To be precise the Front Desk, Concierge and Manager and a little case of charging 50% Service Charge for booking Ballet Tickets AND a small case of a wine Bottle Substitution that left a very nasty taste....

The former - we booked some tickets and were charged 50% service charge, without being informed. On complaining, I was asked " How much would you like to pay.. " . Its a concierge service!!! Does anyone pay for a concierge service? Readers? Do write in.

Secondly, Miss Palindrome, ordered a bottle of Italian wine for a special celebration over the phone. What did we get? Cheaper Russian Wine.

Lets say, I complained. Vociferously to the local manager, who eventually after 30 mins of heated discussion, deleted the service changed and on returning to London, directly to the PR Maven of Rocco Forte (owner of said hotel). This I don't believe is Western European Hotel behaviour. Well a swift and satisfactory response was obtained.

The moral of the story - you think you can pay top dollar to insulate yourself but you can be short changed.. or read the small print as they say (if there had been any to read).

Bottom line - Would we go back? Probably, we have a suite awaiting our eventual return.

Spring.. A Pectopah

2010-09-27T20:12:00.000+01:00

To be honest I am not sure what the name of this restaurant is.. SO I took a picture of the Menu. Since it is an image of Botticelli's Primavera or Spring.. I am guessing the Restaurant is called Spring! Perhaps a Russian Reader will enlighten me...

On the way to the Nutcracker (Ballet) at the Marinsky, we noticed this Modern Restaurant opposite the Czar's stables (and incidentally contains the church where Pushkin's funeral was held). All glass windows and split levels - it looked interesting so we made a reservation. Which proved unnecessary. By the time we arrived, we were the only ones.. still the staff made us feel welcome and we had a window table. The menu is modern Russian with hints of Georgian and regional cuisines. The wines are firmly Western European (and reasonably priced - about £30 for a Nero D'Avola bottle).

The decor is a mixture of smart and spartan - there is a sushi area with a black marble fountain and huge candelabras dripping with melting candles. Atmospheric.

And the food? Very good - Mr Jones had the Duck Liver Terrine with Pineapple Sauce followed by the Angus Beef in salt and herbs. I opted for the pickled salmon with raisin jam and capers (exquisite flavours of sweet, tart and salty). For Mains I had beef brochettes covered in crushed Walnuts.

Desserts were equally tempting and enticing. We were full. Verdict - Excellent food. Good Service. No atmosphere (perhaps they were new.. perhaps because it was empty).. Still worth a visit.

Cost - Not cheap.

British Airways

2010-09-15T23:36:00.003+01:00

Yes that is indeed Champagne you see there. This summer, we seem to have taken quite a few BA flights (including one on its partner on crime - Iberia) with a opportunity to sample both World Traveller (Economy to civilians), Club Europe and Club World. On a recent flight to St Petersburg, we had the opportunity to fly Club Europe. After the last year of turmoil, cancellations and much vaunted strikes, it would seem little Willie has broken the unions. Perhaps it was time to fly the flag again.... We set off intrepidly.

British Airways has its brand spanking new Terminal with a rather good lounge for Business Class (a special treat for Mr Jones). We had a morning flight and guess what they had laid out (along with the usual pastries and coffees) - Sausages in a bun with lashings of Ketchup! How cool and tasty. The Lounge is airy and looks out on to one of the main runway. It is equipped with showers and good large clean toilets.

As this is the main hub, there are two of these to cope with the number of Business Class travellers. We made our way (replete) to the Aircraft, an Airbus A320. The flight departed on time and we were greeted in a polite friendly manner (read on for Economy Greetings). Taking our jackets, we were shown our seats and off we went. We were served with more breakfast (well it would have been rude to reject it) and surprisingly Champagne. At 9.30am. Lashings of it.. and generous they were with it too.

The seats on Club Europe are ok - specious leather (real?) affairs. Though I had an overall feeling that Lufthansa offers a better product in this sector. The Crew in Business Class or Club Europe were amazing and went out of their way to be nice to us. Rest of the flight was uneventful. It was so nice to get off the aircraft first.

By contrast on a flight to Seattle in Economy (oh yes the folly), the crew seemed to care little for the passengers - other than dole out the food and NOT bothering to pick up stray cups and bottles that were in the aisle (exception being the lovely Scottish girl.. then again.. she was probably new.. unlike the old battleaxes... and that's just the Stewards). The configuration on a Boeing 747 in economy is horrendous - 3 -4 -3. Luckily we managed to reserve the seats at the back where it was a 2-4-2 config. The aircraft was rammed..food just edible and the seat back screens tiny. Oh 9 hours of this. Lord. At least we could cling together and ignore the herded masses. My distinct impression it that in Economy Virgin is better. But then again do any airlines care much about the folks at the back?

By contrast Iberia's economy is decent - though the seats on the Airbus A320 seem bunched rather close. Iberia don't serve food or drinks in Economy... unless you want to buy it. Still the crew were nice enough on a recent flight from Las Palmas to Madrid.

The horrors of the outbound Seattle journey, firmly etched in my mind made me panic at check-in at Seattle Airport. I asked how much it would be to upgrade. She quoted a price. I handed over my credit card and just like that we were ensconced in the BA lounge. We were given seats in the upper deck where the configuration is just 2 -2 (as opposed to downstairs were its 2-4-2. I was grateful - it was peaceful, roomy and with our own dedicated stewardess (2) - who were charming but not obliging... Virgin and Qatar hosties make your bed for you and are usually on hand to take drinks orders through the flight.

Unfortunately dinner was rather unpalatable. Virgin and Qatar Airways are much better at this... again the BA flat bed is disappointing. It is narrow though longer than Virgin's (seems that way to my little legs), however, privacy is lacking as if you are on the outside, you are on fully display to the world. I much prefer Virgin's Herringbone Pattern. Also the person on the inside (who you face) has to hope over your legs enroute to the loos. Also bizarre is if you face the rear of the aircraft - strange sensation whilst taking off as you are being pulled into the air....

The Screens are a reasonable size and bedside lights discrete. The choice of movies was not overly exciting - still I could not complain too much. Mr Jones and I did sleep deeply and woke up to a light breakfast and a rapid descent into Heathrow.

Is the BA product worth it? Probably not. However, they are THE British (and London based) airline that covers more cities on a point-to-point basis. If I were to pay again for business class I would only use them to the Americas NOT to Asia or Australia as the Middle Eastern Airlines are better!

Heavenly Bliss at Sacred Stone Spa

2010-09-09T23:43:00.000+01:00

Located on Main Street (well actually there are only two major streets in Tofino), this spa located in a wooden building looks out onto the Harbour and beyond, to Clayquot Sound and yet beyond that to the soaring mountains. Stunning. So a little disappointing that the spa does not take advantage of Mother Nature. Instead the rooms all face inside .. but don't be put off.

The welcome is mellow yet warm. Great with rose tea, I indicated I would like their Body Scrub (with Yummy lemon grass) and their Signature Massage. I also indicated that I like it firm (no snickering back there). The Masseuse (yes.. I prefer strong pressure and in this young lady I met more that my match) scrubbed me down - I felt layers of sunburnt skin being sloughed off... and the was given a firm massage that managed to find the two painful knots in my shoulder and boy did she go for it... I came out of it CAN $ 130 lighter (I decided to purchase the scrub for use back home) and yet much lighter of mind and body.

The spa is small, neat and inviting (Reception cum shop, 3 treatment rooms and a shower) but has a wealth of alternative products - some even made with hemp.. (wisely I desisted from purchasing anything containing hemp as I was exiting Canada via the US... and we all know how friendly they are to drug smugglers... albeit recreational massage items) and staff that are very knowledgeable and helpful. They could verge on being hippy-ish but with me, they were very professional and business like.

Back into the sunshine, I looked at the harbour and over to the mountains and felt very at peace with the world.

just like an arabian princess in zanzibar

2010-09-07T10:11:00.004+01:00

Hidden in one of the many small streets in the middle of old Stonetown is a truly exceptional place.. Hurumzi 256, aka The House of Peace. This ancient palace is renovated with much respect for tradition, filled with original zanzibari and arabian antiques, and breathes authenticity. All rooms are decorated in their own unique style, and all of them have a special something that makes it so hard to choose a favorite one.. do you prefer a huge bathtub in your room or rather a swing on your private rooftop terrace?

Staff are super friendly and the food in the terrace top restaurant tasty.

What more does one need to feel like an arabian princess? Even if just for 1 night...

Middle Beach Lodge

2010-09-05T02:11:00.004+01:00

Our pockets weren't particularly deep, and well we needed to economise (if you think £175 a night is economising) so Mr Jones tracked down this place. I had my misgivings but lo and behold as I stepped through the door, I was taken by the rustic simplicity and charm.

At the Middle Beach Lodge, you have access to an almost private beach where you can be almost alone.. with just seashells and eagles for company. More about that later.

This is a place to chill out - the staff are friendly and the rooms cozy rather than chic - its artfully dotted with Ocean themed antiques - old kayaks, lanterns, paddles, globes and so on. There is a large common dining/lounge area (which had a persistent smell of bread) where breakfast and dinner are served. Breakfast is strictly continental ( I was craving a hot breakfast though). You come here for the beach walks and splendid isolation as the rooms straddle a headland between two beaches.

The beach you want to head to is ... Middle beach - private, sandy and protected from winds. An hour in the sun with a glass of wine is enough to make you want to leave City life for ever.

Lola

2010-08-29T18:21:00.002+01:00

Sleepless in Seattle. Yes Really.. so what's a boy to do? Well brush teeth, pull on sports shorts, trainers and t-shirt, step out into the grey morning light (6.45am) and go for a run. Down to Pike Fish Market and the up to Seattle Art Museum. Something to work of last night's amazing meal at Dahlia Lounge. Octopus with peach (yummy), Scallop potstickers and steak - all washed down with a Walla Walla Merlot required a lot of running.

Blame it on the jet lag but I was hungry at the end of the run. Showering and hauling Mr Jones out of bed, we zipped down to Lola's. Lola is also owned by Tom Douglas as is attached to the Andra Hotel. We were seated in a window booth and supplied with endless coffee whilst we perused the menu. The friendly chirpy waitress recommended the Tom' s breakfast. At $16 its not necessarily cheap but its bloody good - grilled and fried octopus (that's been marinated in spices and wine), with corn, beans and onions plus a poached egg on top. Mr Jones went for the pancakes with local organic sausages with lashings of maple syrup.

We were left replete and wondering why there are no such places in London. Sigh.. guess we have to come back!

Cost - $57 for two large breakfasts and Orange Juice. Not cheap but very good indeed.

Dress code - West coast relaxed.

Crowd - mixed - locales and tourists.