Peter moved to London in the spring of 2010, gravitating downwards
from ‘the North’ over a number of years. With a background in
science, he enjoyed dabbling in scientific writing to the point where
he realised the writing part was actually what he liked the most, and promptly took it up full time. Even in his limited time in the Big Smoke, he has already found nothing is quite like London if you want to vent some creative waves, become a volunteer radio presenter or, let’s say, join a semi-unsuccessful Ska-Punk band. Turns out this Northerner feels really quite at home now.
26
Aug
2013
Paramount, Tottenham Court Road
Nestled on the 32nd floor of Centre Point, Paramount restaurant and bar strives to 'heighten' the London dining experience
12
Aug
2013
Clockjack Oven, Piccadilly
Good old rotisserie chicken done with love is the order of the day at this new Piccadilly resident
1
Jun
2013
Ceviche, Soho
Named after the Peruvian dish of the same name, Ceviche houses a friendly and vibrant atmosphere with quirky pictures
11
May
2013
Aperitivo at Il Tempo, Covent Garden
The typical premise of aperitivo, for those who are unaware, is very simple: buy a drink and thou shalt eat for free
26
Feb
2013
The Camden Eye
A solid boozer with a relaxed atmosphere, a good quality selection of pizzas and wine, within close proximity to the station
2
Feb
2013
Ed’s Easy Diner, Soho
There are countless establishments that offer better food, such as The Diner, many gastropubs and even, frankly, McDonald’s
29
Jan
2013
Opium, Chinatown
The third floor is to be revelled in, like nearly all of the cocktails, but impressing people here does come at a price
30
Dec
2012
Cocktails at Anise, Devonshire Square
Cinnamon Kitchen's adjoining bar, Anise, is firing on all cylinders to pull in the Liverpool Street punters for a spicy cocktail
24
Dec
2012
Dining Out for Christmas Lunch
We've cobbled together a few options for anyone looking for a last minute escape. There should be something for everyone
10
Nov
2012
Bitter Sweet Cocktails, Soho
My best description of the interior would be as if Katy Perry was handed a B&Q charge card and told to ‘go nuts'
