We’ve eaten a couple of times at The Vine again recently, and are happy to report that, after the odd hiccup last year, it seems to have found its stride, and is road-blocked now at weekends with buggies, wine-gulping parents, and ankle-biters of various sizes and volumes. Above is our favourite seasonal dish: beautifully slow-cooked …
The fishcakes at Fortess Road’s longstanding gastropub only reminded Mrs Kentishtowner of why she always avoids those pesky piscine throwbacks
‘If I were The Oxford,’ announced Mrs Kentishtowner, her elbows on the table for a moment’s respite from a medium-rare steak that was anything but, ‘I’d pay a visit to the Canteen. And pronto.’ By which the good lady didn’t mean her work’s caff, but the new nearby all-day diner which is woo-ing the NW5 …
We wrapped up in hats and scarves and headed out in sub-zero temperatures, across the frozen estates of Gospel Oak and down into the valley of Chetwynd Road
