The outcome of an evening spent tasting the finest wines the world has to offer could only be pleasurable
Had it been a cold winter’s night, I would no doubt have relished this cosy establishment with its cellar-like set up
What about a breakfast date? A compelling argument aint necessary; you either buy into it straightaway or not at all. I figured, why not?
Spanning three levels separated by glass flooring you have everything you need from a health club; swimming pool, spinning area, pilates studio, there’s even a climbing wall
Excuse my unruly use of the English language but Chilango is shit hot. Or hot shit. Whichever configuration of ‘hot’ and ‘shit’ you prefer it matters not
If this credit crunch goes on any longer we’re all going to end up like Gavin and Stacey’s James Cordon. And I don’t mean hilarious
Were it not for the patience and competence of the coaching staff, my archery dream would have been dealt a blow that day
As menus go though, this one sparked a mini revolution in me. Fennel and herb risotto or broad bean, smoked duck and beetroot salad?
Reaffirming its Britishness, Heinz tomato sauce and HP brown sauce had pride of place on the table. I liked that
Welcomed on entrance by the charm of Hugh Grant and the subtle scent of cinnamon, my palate was pending satiation
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