Review: The Grafton, Prince Of Wales Road
It’s the perfect reinvention in that its Victorian elegance has been fully restored
It’s the perfect reinvention in that its Victorian elegance has been fully restored
This is a place for an atmospheric low-key – perhaps riotous – impromptu dinner. And is it Kentish Town’s smallest dining room to boot?
Ever since we heard about Farmer Tom Jones at The Abbey we’ve been curious. Whilst we really quite like the pioneering Kentish Town boozer, with its laidback dive bar feel, it’s been let down by an average food offering. Not that that puts off the hordes of kids and students who pack the joint at …
We confess we haven’t returned to The Star, taken over earlier this summer by Duncan (ex-Stag), since a fleeting visit just after it reopened. Back then Duncan seemed pretty confident about his new chef and food offering. But we think, despite its gorgeous tiled interior, The Star is a tough call: it’s an off-the-beaten-track location, …
Of course we’d booked it months upfront, for my birthday. And still the only available slot was a Tuesday lunch after the August bank holiday. So we were pretty excited. For those unfamiliar with the name, Dabbous opened in January to rave five star reviews from almost everyone, in particular the Evening Standard, which then …
Camden Road ain’t the prettiest of local carriageways. At what might be termed its mouth, opposite the ‘take-no-prisoners architecture’ of Sainsbury’s, sits that fairly dusty strip of unreconstructed shop fronts with long-faded window displays. The more inquisitive eye is naturally drawn to the smart decal of the Camden Coffee House, a buffed up oasis in …
We had meant to go to Polpo. It’s decent value, they do a juicy rare onglet for £9.50, a good Negroni, and it’s buzzy. But the queues on the warm evening snaked out onto Beak Street. So when my friend Emma arrived, exhausted and hungry after a hard day’s slog, we popped directly over the …
It’s all too easy to neglect K-Town’s upper reaches, but Dartmouth Park has a lot going for it and not only a slowly fading history. Head over to – in estate agent parlance – ‘Dartmouth Park Village’, and you’ll find a solid local boozer, a cluster of newsagents, a butcher, vet and a liberal smattering …
The beef is tender, juicy, leanish and so sloppy the only way to eat it is over the signature wrapper. This is one helluva joint
The whole chicken arrived already cut up, practical if not beautiful – but oh my! That flavour