In deepest Holland Park, this new establishment occupies an intriguing space in a storybook London streetscape. The site was last a restaurant under the name of Orsino – it had a beautiful interior but was never quite good enough to survive in this rather hidden-away location. Isolation is less of a problem for the place’s […]

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Please remove your shoes’, reads the sign at the door of Primrose Hill’s triyoga centre (which you find at the end of an obscure mews). It brought to mind an oriental temple, and just entering made your reviewer feel slightly virtuous. It also made me feel very out-of-shape. It was all to do with the […]

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A seasonal note arrives from the Editor. Enough of the foie gras and caviar, boys, it rants, what the readers want to know about at this time of year is healthy stuff. Hmmm. Perhaps, we thought, the cafe at this urban spa might fit the bill. The website promises ‘healthy food that makes you feel […]

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Until recently this Theatreland spot was a commendable Australasian restaurant, Osia. Cynics said it was too good for a prime West End site, and they turned out to be right. The owner then had a flirtation with an American formula (the Broadway Diner) but it didn’t last long either. Owners Majiv el Ghzal and Yassir […]

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There’s no Sheldon Square in the A-Z, or on streetmap.co.uk. All I could tell from the Yakitoria press release was that it was at the heart of the ginmormous new development that looms over the A40 by Paddington Station. Expecting a faceless corporate jungle, I was pleasantly amazed by the whole area. You leave the […]

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The heartland of Notting Hill eating territory is still a sort of homage to the seminal restaurant, 192, which marked its epicentre. Indeed, without the catalyst of that path-breaking ‘Modern British’ restaurant – which, over nearly two decades, became west London’s answer to The Ivy – who knows: perhaps the area would never have progressed […]

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For a street just a couple of minutes’ walk from St Paul’s tube, Little Britain is is remarkably restful. Apparently, in Victorian times, the street was lined with booksellers and its atmosphere is still that of a quiet backwater, where this new Italian restaurant is the only obvious ‘destination’. The newcomer’s atmosphere is similarly removed […]

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