Friday, 17 February 2017

The House is still on Fire

The Chiltern Firehouse is still very much burning bright.

With a social scene so hot you have to be careful not to burn your tongue. The food is still spectacular  and the decor sparkles. One of the best dining experiences in London currently, without a doubt.

We had the tasting menu and although not a cheap option it does give you the best flavour of the House. Luckily one of our lot chose some excellent wine to accompany the meal, which i do think is crucial to dragging the most out of the experience. 

The bar area is also a fantastic place to warm up for the meal. Some light stretching of the tastebuds with a cracking menu of cocktails and fizzy beverages.

There is also a secret door at the back of the toilets that leads to I'm told. The chefs below are from there. So I'm told.

The restaurant also supplies hair models...

The only peculiar thing about the Chiltern Firehouse is that they chuck you out the back door at the end of the meal and don't allow you back into the bar area....

Other than that a superb Fireside meal!

Monday, 16 January 2017

Word of the Week: Thundersnow

It was a very difficult decision because Golden shower gate also threw up a significant challenge. Pissing prostitutes and former MI6 agents going dark, how good is that!?

I’ve been pleasantly surprised at the competence of London’s public transport this week considering they usually crawl into a corner and shit themselves at the mere whisperings of inclement weather, possible leaves on the line, or a failure of those pesky “signals”. 

The MET office issue weather warnings faster than you can say “Hey look, it’s snowing” claiming there is a distinct possibility that the UK will be wiped out by tsunamy like flash floods caused by 2 cm of snow falling in a small village in northern Scotland. Whole towns are being evacuated. It’s brilliant. The Canadians must look at this every time and giggle. 

Another place where there will be much myrth and giggling is Moscow. What they’ve managed to achieve is a bit like forcing your dopey friends (me) arm up in class when the teacher asks a question and he wasnt paying attention. Then watch him squirm and make a complete clown of himself and swear you had nothing to do with it. 

At the end of all the thundersnow storms and political golden showers we end the week on a lovely, touching note from the surprisingly endearing daughters of George W Bush. 

They wrote an open letter to Obama’s two girls to guide them into their new lives as they leave the White House...

"You stood by as your precious parents were reduced to headlines. Your parents, who put you first and who not only showed you but gave you the world. As always, they will be rooting for you as you begin your next chapter. And so will we."

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

World Champions of America!

   I love the Sepos, I really do. Always have. Maybe a little bit less now that they have collectively chosen Donald Trump as their new leader but still, on the whole they are a happy and friendly bunch who's company I have always enjoyed.

There are however a few things that irk me about those patriotic bastards and being a sports nut none as much as their insisting on calling their national sports champions, World Champions. The notion is so unbelievably snot nose arrogant it's hard to fathom.

I grant that no other basketball club or national team anywhere in the world would stand even a remote chance against the Chicago bulls of the early 1990's, or would any European national collection of American football players hold up any hope against the Denver Broncos of Peyton Manning. However this is not the point.

For starters, the yearly NFL champions can't even, legitimately call themselves Continental Champions, let alone World Champions! It's not called the NATIONAL Football League for shits and giggles. It's called the NATIONAL Football League because the teams competing in the league are all from one Nation! It's not f*cking rocket science. I mean why stop there? They should just go ahead and call themselves Intergalactic Champions of the Universe.

If every national competition in the world would do the same can you imagine how many soccer World Champions there would be?!

It's actually a little bit like when you are young and you are alone on the basketball court talking out loud as you try fadeaway jumpers to 'win the NBA championship'. If you make the shot you're obviously not an NBA champion but it sure sounds cool as you say it and make fake crowd noises when the ball hits nothing but net! Michael Jordan shoots, it hangs in the air for ages...and he makes it! Wooaaaaaaahhh and the Chicago Bulls are World Champions!!

They're definitely World Champions at choosing shit presidents, I'll give them that one hands down.

Sunday, 23 October 2016

Secret London

One of the many things I love about London is that you might have lived here all your life but there are always new nooks and crannies to discover. That is one of the reasons I love traveling around the capital on my bicycle. It allows you to weave your way through all the back streets and take it all in at your own pace. 

 Almost every day I find a lovely new corner of the city or a surprisingly cozy street that I had not known existed. Sometimes only just a few miles down the road from where we live!

The interesting thing about London of course is that due to the sporadic bombing that occurred during WWII much of the architecture you see throughout the city is very contrasting. You might find two entirely different architectural eras right next to each other, just as you will find a council estate right opposite some of the most sought after real estate. 

Another endearing feature of some of London's best kept real estate secret are its lovely mews. You will find these hidden everywhere and you can run into some of the most fantastic  mews anywhere in the city.

I can recommend hopping on a Boris (Santander) Bike and going out to discover all of London's secrets. Enjoy!