The Woodsman – the man of wood, woody. Sometimes erections are referred to as ‘wood’ aren’t they? ‘The Erectionman’ – probably wouldn’t work as the name for a restaurant, the soft launch would be confusing and they’d never get your mum out of there. ANYWAY, I was looking for something to do for our firstContinue reading “The Woodsman – Stratford-upon-Avon”
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Eating food in Bristol
Bristol – where you go when you leave London but you’re not edgy enough to move to Birmingham. Not my words, the words of Russell Howard*. *Russell Howard did not say this. Recently, I had a free weekend, and whereas normally I’d spend this sat on my arse, watching football and ordering at least twoContinue reading “Eating food in Bristol”
Eating food in Copenhagen
Mermaids. Hygge. Herring. Amuse-bouche A man I know moved to Denmark a couple of years ago. That man? That man is one of the co-founders of the most important food blog of all time – foodieboys.com That’s right, we set this up back in October 2014 to take the piss out of the food bloggingContinue reading “Eating food in Copenhagen”
Slim Chickens – Grand Central Birmingham
A review of Slim Chickens in Grand Central Birmingham.
Copper Fox Grill – Birmingham
A review of Copper Fox grill in Quinton, Birmingham.
Apocalypse Cow at Ghetto Golf Birmingham
A review of the food from Apocalypse Cow at Ghetto Golf Birmingham.
The Oyster Club Birmingham
A review of The Oyster Club Birmingham.
Wing Wah Birmingham
A review of Wing Wah Chinese restaurant in Birmingham
A weekend in Nottingham
“Where would you like to go for your birthday, dearest?” My wife asked. “Oooh, ideally a university town.” “Which?” “One where most the tossers I attended school with went.” “I’m not sure there are any good restaurants in Loughborough.” “No, Nottingham you fool!” Is there any better way to celebrate turning 34 than by goingContinue reading “A weekend in Nottingham”
If upon hearing I’ve returned from three nights in Florence you were to ask me: “How many paintings of the Baby Jesus did you gawp at?” Or: “How many marbled penises did you fondle?” I’d be forced to shout, “NONE,” at you. I’d then explain that instead of queuing up to stumble, chin-strokingly, around artContinue reading “Florence”