The Clove Club

I have always maintained that expectations often preclude a disappointment – sadly, this statement often proves true when it comes to restaurants.

It isn’t hard not to have expectations of the Clove Club, as it comfortably sits at No 26 on the San Pellegrino Worlds 50 Best Restaurant list. Perhaps this situation wasn’t aided by my recent obsession with the Netlix series “Chef’s Table” (which I highly recommend to all, foodies and non-foodies alike). But it was a disappointment nonetheless.Continue reading

Marine Ices

I seem to be rather obsessed with going down memory lane lately, with another post that plunges me back into the depths of my youth and makes me remember kindergarten. Mind you, I did go to kindergarten in Eastern Europe, next to a decrepit building where, all the kids could tell you wholeheartedly, a witch lived – so whether this association is good or bad can be left to the imagination.

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Esca

Fluffy pancakes doused with maple syrup, scrumptious eggs on toasts, a delicious floral Earl Grey to go with them all – this is what breakfast dreams are made of. The reality is that most breakfast menus will contain the classical dishes and little more, like muffins or eggs Benedict (not that this is necessarily a bad thing). So whenever a restaurant offers something like “Truffle-infused hollandaise and asparagus” for my Benedicts, it’s an instant choice for what I will order.
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Mama Lan (Clapham)

For all the excitement that Clapham has become to me (especially given my previous stint in Island Gardens), I must admit that it doesn’t do amazingly in terms of diversity for food. There’s the odd Indian restaurant, quite a few Mexican/Latin American ones, and another shop for Mama Lan! But how does it compare to it’s Brixton sister?

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Shoreditch Grind

It is appropriate that Shoreditch Grind has a name reminiscent of “the daily grind”, as that is what it ultimately seems to be. Just like its apparent sister, London Grind, the place entices you with neon signs and logos such as “sex, coffee and rock n roll”, but it’s questionable how well it delivers.

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The Latchmere

Despite the fact that the Sunday roast is inspired by church going, I have always enjoyed this staple British dish. Maybe it was because it does, in a way, make me think of my own family Sunday lunches. It feels homey, and is a good slab of meat dish to help with my carnivorous diet.

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Pizza Pilgrims

One would hazard to think that with a name of Pizza Pilgrims, it would indicate a place for whom aficionados of the dish would travel extensive journeys to come here and eat. But in all honesty if feels more like one of those places near Lourdes where people, more forced by a lack of options than by actual choice, go to eat at.
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