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Here is a selection of private dining rooms across London for your next big event, party or business meeting.
There is only one thing more depressing than being single on the 14 February and that's to actually be in a relationship. Whilst bachelors and bachelorettes worldwide will be able to drown their sorrows in a lonely den of iniquity, I will be forced to join the charade of institutionalised romance.
Going for dinner is a perfectly pleasant experience most of the time, but food on a first date is an absolute no-no for me, even if I'm feeling supremely confident about my table manners.
According to The New York Times this week, the trend for amateur food photography has reached unacceptable levels, leading some of the city's top restaurants to ban it altogether.
Bo'vine isn't your standard hotel restaurant fare; there isn't a club sandwich or a curly fry in sight! Instead you are presented with an excellent a la carte menu in a sophisticated, modern setting.
Britain's The Restaurant Group, owner of middle-of-the road restaurant chains including Frankie & Bennys, Chiquitos and Garfunkels, has claimed it is ...
The restaurant has a fabulous location, a little off the beaten track of other tourists; it is a great wee find. Situated next to a beautiful cathedral with stunning views of the sea, it is ideally located.
But why shouldn't we have the freedom to pre-plan our meals. Why indeed. But enough of the play acting and menu scanning I beg you, just come out of the closet.
A great location is luckily just the start here with skilled cooking right across the menu.
The 50 Best restaurants in the world idea began life as a random magazine article in Manchester.
At 18 I had a waist you could put your arm round, just 26 inches. But in the mirror this morning I found myself looking at something the circumference of a bicycle wheel. It's restaurants that did it. All my life I've been a restaurant freak; they're where I function best.
The boy is being particularly trying at the moment. On Saturday he virtually concussed poor Fairy Godmother Ken by accidentally whacking her over the head with a plastic toy box!
Clearly, becoming a parent involves sacrifices, and unless children can be quiet, then eating out, en famille, should perhaps be one of them.
Having recently moved to cosmopolitan London from deepest Hampshire, I'm still regularly dumbstruck by the abundance of fine food that I now find my...
