I’ve been down to Devon a fair bit this year. Devon is a county in southwest England. It encompasses sandy beaches, fossil cliffs, medieval towns and moorland national parks. You’ll be absolutely unsurprised to hear that when I go there I do none of those things, instead I like to eat food and drink booze.Continue reading “Where to eat in Devon if you happen to go to the same places that I’ve been”
Is there such a thing as a Skinny hippopotamus? Is there such a thing as a Fat hippopotamus? I’d imagine most hippopotamuses fall within a very similar weight range. A bit of research indicates the average male hippopotamus weighs between 236 – 283 stone. Their large bloated bellies allow them to float. Don’t be fooledContinue reading “Fat Hippo – Birmingham”
Review of The Wilderness restaurant in Birmingham.
A review of Tropea Italian restaurant in Harborne, Birmingham.
Recently, I had a baby and got a new job. “Don’t boast, Rob, it’s unbecoming.” I’m not boasting, I’m setting the scene, giving context, and confirming that my testicles are fully operational. With the start date of the job inching closer, I decided I should treat myself to a day out. A day of soloContinue reading “Jöro – Sheffield”
Schloss – sounds like what I’d expect the mop bucket at a German brothel to be called. “Friedrich, fetch the Schloss, the bukkake party has ended,” that sort of thing. It’s not though, it’s German for castle. Castles are big buildings designed to protect the people inside from attack. Which is interesting as Albert SchlossContinue reading “Albert Schloss / Purecraft”
Recently, Salt Bae said, “Now everybody wants to be a butcher because of me. Now, if you ask a kid, they want to be Salt Bae. They see me as an idol. I’m an inspiration to a lot of people in a very short period of time.” It’s a terrifying prospect isn’t it? A worldContinue reading “Butchers Social – Dorridge”
Skosh – sounds a bit like a weapon someone would have used in the olden days. “He was clobbered to death with a skosh.” I don’t know the origins of the name of this restaurant, but I’m sure if you Google it you’ll probably find out. What I do know is this was my favouriteContinue reading “Skosh – York”
Tommy Banks, sounds a bit like cockney rhyming slang doesn’t it? “I’m just popping to the allotment for a Tommy Banks.” There was, fortunately, no masturbating during my visit to Roots, mainly because Tommy wasn’t there. Full disclosure: I actually booked this meal because I’d been reliably informed it was owned by England cricket captain,Continue reading “Roots – York”
The grand old Duke of York, what an indecisive bastard. Not like me, I’m mega decisive. How decisive exactly? Well, take this for example: My lady wife spent her 30th birthday in Lockdown uno, and her 31st in lockdown tres, so I DECIDED to take her away for the weekend once we were vacc’ed upContinue reading “Rattle Owl – York”