Saturday, 23 June 2012
Sunday, 17 June 2012
Even though I'm a big fan of meatballs in any guise, I just don’t eat enough of them. From the slightly cumin scented Moroccan to heavily spiced Indian to the herby Italian meatballs. I love them all. So why don’t I eat more of them.
So when I came across The Meatball Shop on my research for this trip, I set aside a night for these wondrous little balls of goodness.
Monday, 11 June 2012
Monday, 4 June 2012
Sunday, 3 June 2012
A couple of weeks ago before the wife went on a “work trip” to Venezuela and before I started my new job in sunny Clapham, we kind of had a celebration by having lunch at Hawksmoor at the Guildhall.
It had been quite a while since we’d had a good steak that was memorable, and we both felt we were long overdue another one.
I’m not sure why I chose this one over the Shoreditch branch, but I think it was the rave reviews that J had given me about the breakfast he had there with Stevie P one morning, and plus door to door by one bus. Sorted it.