Short Reviews: Whitechapel Gallery, London

I'd been looking forward to eating at the Whitechapel Gallery for sometime, I think I'd judged it mainly on the decor and a quick glance at the menu. Unfortunately the food (why is it that the more business you give a restaurant the worse the service you get? We had to have the dull roast chicken because there was about 10 of us) and way too familiar, bordering on rude, service didn't live up to the price or the decor. The starter was ok actually.

Short Reveiws: Bam-Bou, Percy / Charlotte Street

A lovely little* Asian fusion place close to perfection, and Goodge Street.

The duck, smeared with plum sauce so think and sweet it was like jam, sprinkled with sesame and drizzled with tamarind was moist and tender and some of the best I've ever had, the sticky coconut rice was extra sticky and coconutty and the prawns and squid were excellent too.

The service was some of the best I've ever encountered, perfectly timed, knowledgeable and polite. What's more, our waitress didn't try to sell us more than we needed, even when prompted.

* Bam-Bou feels small and intimate but is actually quite big, three or four floors.

Short Reviews: Plum Valley, Chinatown

A posh Chinese apparently sanitised for western palettes. The crispy shredded beef was nice and crispy but didn't taste like it had ever seen a chilli, meanwhile I seemed to have ordered the Lancashire hot pot, which I'm not fond of at the best of times. It is possible that we chose badly, our neighbours' set meal looked good, though ours didn't look bad. It was quite pricey too if I remember rightly.

Best Sausage Roll Ever (London, St. Paul's)

As well as doing fantastic coffees and quality sundry lunch items, Grace on Creed Lane, near St Paul's (in grey here in its previous guise as Tantric Tonic) also do the most perfect sausage rolls (crappy picture, left). Light, crisp and flaky pastry surrounds just the right amount of coarsely ground pork and a whiff of mustard. I'm really not into Ginger Pig sausage rolls (right) where the sausage is the size and shape of your fist.