The second coming. Love and disaster.
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Simon Doggett
An exploration of the colossal strangeness of Brooklyn Bowl landing at the O2 in North Greenwich.
A classic East vs. West title fight of Texas BBQ and craft brews.
Some very pretty burgers on the not very pretty Edgware Road await.
A patty melt just down the road from Buckingham Palace?
What could go wrong?
Oi!
Jamie!
No!
Finding something worthwhile in Clapham for the first time in its long history.
We wouldn’t *dream* of eating French in NYC though. There’s just no point. I remember passing Bourdain’s place in a cab and audibly scoffing at its kitschy faux-Frenchy exterior as it flashed past. It looked ridiculous. I’m sure all of the dishes are well-executed, but contextually it's not what NYC is to us.
Sometimes if we know the burger in a place is awful we’ll just order wings.
You can never have enough. NEVER.
Coffee shop it clearly is not - vivid, gaudy, and in your face, right down to the sign at the entrance to the toilets that promises ‘THRILLS’. We’d hardly call taking a shit thrilling.