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Solita Brunch

9 Feb

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Rosylee Tea Rooms

8 Sep

The thing I adore most about living in a city is the smorgasbord of entertainment it offers up, and should you happen to live in a particularly good city, the variety of tastes it appeals to and adequately caters for. Each and every bite of a different piece of the city offers up its own unique flavour, shaped by the bars, restaurants and shops that set out their stall and the unique set of people it subsequently attracts.

As recent press coverage has testified, Manchester is a particularly tasty city, and as regular readers well know, I like to wrap my chops around it regularly. As a food blogger, my particular poison is food, and love knowing that heading down to Spinningfields for an evening will offer me all the spit, polish and slicked back hair I need for an evening of classy cocktails, or that King Street will see me rub shoulders with an overpaid footballer and my head over an overpriced Italian meat platter.

My favourite piece of the Manchester pie has been always been the Northern Quarter. Sure, it’s overrun with hipsters, but it’s always a joy to see the latest trend in facial hair, and I love the creative, visually louche attitude of its inhabitants and the indie bars and restaurants the population supports. These red brick walkways support many a mean tea shop (see North Tea Power) and real ale havens (see Port Street Beer House), and there’s not a month goes by that sees itself without a pop up cocktail bar or new street food concept being trialled

Changes are afoot though, people. With many southern businesses moving north to take advantage of the talent in and around Manchester, and its bold new face as the north’s media hub bringing an influx of new professionals looking for fine experiences to spend on, the city’s offering is naturally changing with it. The mushrooming of fine dining establishments pays testament to that. Both Simon Rogan’s The French and Aiden Byrne’s soon to open Manchester House are prime examples of food businesses ripe to take advantage of a more monied and cultured clientele.

Living slap bang in the centre of the Northern Quarter, the change has been marked. No chain restaurants as yet, but now in-the-know party goers from Manchester’s surrounding area have marked the land west of Great Ancoats Street as their playground, and the too cool-for-school drinking dens and never-say die-burger joints (come back, Almost Famous) proves an irresistible pull for young professionals. Only on a weeknight does the alternative soul of the Northern Quarter live on, but with more concepts opening and appealing to the masses than the traditional niche, for how long?

Rosylee Dining Room

Rosylee Dining Room

Case in point, Rosylee Tea Rooms. For months, I’ve watched with interest the development of the vast space above Hula, wondering how in the face of Sugar Junction and Home Sweet Home, it would carve itself a place in the heart of the city’s twee café culture. Going upmarket, is the answer. The décor is breath taking. A slick monochrome and red brick colour scheme, with soft lighting and garlands hanging from the walls – not to mention the largest outdoor seating space in the area – the summer soft launch has already proved it to be an irresistible draw.

Rosylee Bar

Rosylee Bar

I paid a short visit after a long holiday in Cornwall, and though I couldn’t quite bring myself to tackle afternoon tea after two weeks of inhaling every cream tea I came across, I did manage a cocktail and a couple of ‘light bites’. One week into opening, the service was a little shonky, taking over twenty minutes to place my order, but the girls in pearls (as seems to be dress code) were lovely, and very passionate about the new venture. Passing here on my way home from work every night, the service appears to have settled in. Well, the punters always seem happily fed and watered, anyway.

Goat's Cheese Bon Bons

Goat’s Cheese Bon Bons

Twice Cooked Chips

Twice Cooked Chips

The food was faultless. Goat’s cheese bon bons lightly seasoned with black pepper and made moreish with lemon zest were perfectly bread crumbed, and the accompanying twice-cooked chips (forgive me, I’m northern) were fat, crisp and golden. It’s enough to tempt me back, and having read other decent reviews, will be returning soon. The iced tea cocktail was less successful, on account of a heavy hand with the sugar syrup, obliterating the exciting breakfast tea, rhubarb and lemon juice flavours promised, but the feedback was taken on board, which is always a good sign.

Breakfast Tea Cocktail

Breakfast Tea Cocktail

In the name of pulling the restaurant theme together, the menus are a little overly conceptualised. Wordy introductions and mellifluous naming conventions jar a little, but with a fairly standard but well put together food offering – niçoise salad and steak crostini – and some interesting cocktail flavour introductions – kaffir lime and plum – for an establishment that wouldn’t look out of place on King Street, it should continue to do well, and should they sort the cocktail issues out, perhaps draw in some of the old school NQ crowd? I’ve yet to spot a bearded wonder, but there’s time.

So have you been to Rosylee Tea Rooms? What did you think of the food and drink? Are establishments like this a welcome addition to the Northern Quarter or simply contributing to its gentrification? All comments welcome.

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Pie and Ale

27 Apr

This, my friends, is an ode to pie; that gloriously edible artefact of humble majesty. Soft, yielding, slow-cooked meat, a few of your five a day thrown in for good measure and ALL the rich, meaty gravy just waiting to spill out… your mouth waters just to think of it.* Crowned in halo of crumbly, buttery short crust pastry, (puff pastry my arse), the pie is a thing of simple beauty that, in my embarrassingly considerable pie-eating career, you simply have to indulge in every once in a while.

Whether eaten hot from a paper bag straight from the local bakery or baked and broken out round a table filled with friends, this sometimes fast, incredibly fatty and always filling food stuff is much loved – second only the Coulman family obsession with the equally unassuming pasty – though sadly something I rarely indulge in these days, and with pretty good reason.

Most mortifyingly, one particular pie eating occasion gave rise to my second most embarrassing food encounter, ever…

Many moons ago, after a demanding day of shopping and boozing, my friend Alison and I found solace and sobriety in two hefty portions of pie. Face down for a good ten minutes, we both surfaced to find ourselves being admired by four firemen, each evidently in awe at the – lets be frank – hog-like nature in which we laid waste to our pastry-topped objects of affection. Pink cheeked, crumb-nosed and as yet, unable to physically move, they passed comment, and we near passed out with shame.

Years later, just the simple recounting makes me blush. I swore I’d never touch a pie again, but who was I kidding? A heart attack in a foil tin it may be, when complex carbohydrates are your only vice, you feed the beast as sparingly as you can, and preferably in the company of many, many others who can keep your troughing in check. Then, you go for long repentant run.

So, imagine my horror when pie was touted as one of the next big trends to follow on from last year’s burger binge, quickly followed by the news that not only would Pieminister be setting up shop in Manchester, but that Bakerie’s new venture would be paying homage to pie and ale, the other major hipster food trend of 2013. The temptation to be a pie eater and a beer-swilling lout proved too much to handle. Pie and Ale was in my sights.

Much tweeting (read stalking) ensued, politely enquiring for an opening date and many months later, the oven doors creaked opened. Such was my need, I took two friends along. There’s safety and strength in numbers, so that no-one need witness my second pie-related fall from grace…

Mercifully, I behaved myself. It’s seems boys – especially those sporting sexy beards – like pie, and I hate to learn a lesson twice. Unfortunately, this also means I won’t be visiting the gaffe again.

Whilst the pastry is excellent – thick and sturdy short crust of soft yielding crumb, chock full of that buttery flavour you yearn for – the fillings, by no means disappointing, just didn’t excite. A much anticipated lamb and potato number came in a mildly, spicy tomato based sauce, and I couldn’t get past the lack of sweet, meaty juices I was hoping to be hit with. The chicken and chorizo was a vast improvement, but slightly too sweet to contemplate the whole pie, which I will warn you was of a considerable size.

Pie and Ale, Manchester

Pie and Ale, Manchester

In itself, no bad thing, but when the chef is skinny with the mash and mushy peas, both which were full of flavour and perfectly turned out, you are left with a lot of pastry to go at, which no miniature jug of red wine gravy can rescue. Thankfully, the well chosen ales on tap amply whet the whistle, most notably the Boggart Brewery Rum Porter of herbal note with a smooth and rich coffee and cocoa finish – a great brew.

Boggary Brewery Rum Porter

Boggary Brewery Rum Porter

A pie should be a flavour-filled hug that leaves you side-bustingly satiated, and if it wasn’t for the charming, funny and friendly staff and ridiculously good value on offer – my bill came in at under £12 for a plateful of pie and two half pints – I’d have felt much less magnanimous about the experience. Other than the skewed portions sizes and fillings, Pie and Ale is a great little place, but as it turns out, a pie should be worth making a fool of yourself over, and most unfortunately, these aren’t.

Lamb and Potato Pie - one of three choices updated daily at Pie and Ale

Lamb and Potato Pie – one of three choices updated daily at Pie and Ale

* When it comes to pie, it has to be meat. Who chooses vegetarian pie? Unless its cheese and onion. Thick, mature cheese slick with crunchy onion and a thick pastry crust. Choosing cheese and onion is fine.

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Luck Lust Liquor and Burn

17 Feb

Predicting trends is a risky business, but with Brazil playing host to the 2014 World Cup and 2016 Olympics, not to mention the investment in tourism across the continent and the economic growth taking place in Mexico and Peru, the next few years without doubt will see the spotlight shining firmly on South America, and we’re about to notice.

If reactions to the Olympic closing ceremony were anything to go by – Brazil shook its ass and showed us just how to throw a party – it’s only a matter of time before the increased exposure to all things Latin completely captures our imaginations. Before we know it, we’ll be knee deep in feijoada and enchilada, and amigos, we will love it! Rich, punchy flavours and age-old food traditions telling tales of the culture from which they came, South American food is going to be a seriously easy sell.

Lord knows, I love me a frozen margarita.

As always, the smart money gets in early, and the UK has already seen an influx of Latin-inspired eateries at which we can feast. The most recent wave is bringing increasingly authentic representations of dishes and new food styles and flavours, with familiarity helped considerably by the ongoing street food trend, lending itself easily to people trialling new dishes. Chipotle, churros and ceviche are now common food currency, and before we know it, we’ll be calling out for coxinha and slamming shots of mezcal.*

As usual, London is well ahead of the curve. Carnitas burritos (as seen at Luardos) played beautifully into last years obsession with all things quick and dirty, and well-travelled Masterchef winner Thomasina Miers is expanding her incredibly successful Mexican food empire across London – sadly no Wahaca in Manchester just yet (despite considerable begging on Twitter). Higher up the food chain, Lima introduced high-end Peruvian inspired food to our countries capital. It’s practically a fiesta down there.

Here in Manchester, on the other hand, we’re having a siesta. Despite the valiant efforts of the mighty Panchos, serving us shots of tequila and brick-sized burritos, there hasn’t been much doing. Bem Brasil has the right idea – all you can eat meat churrascaria-style – but the wrong price (£24.50 for dinner only) to get the love affair off the ground, and whilst Margo and Rita, a new Mexican street food venture are debuting at Guerrilla Eats next weekend, we’re still in desperate need of a decent South American eaterie.


Enter Luck Lust Liquor and Burn (LLLB) – the Mexi-Cali inspired brainchild from the guys behind boozy burger joint Almost Famous. True to brand with a bold name, interesting back story (inspired by a ‘Vegas to Mexico road trip through the Golden State’ appaz) and a bolshy Twitter feed, this North and South American food mash up isn’t the authentic portion I was hoping for, but it’s a start. Promising burgers, burritos, tacos and chilli of the aforementioned fast and filthy variety, expectations were still high.

Jesus loves tacos. Oh yes he does.

Jesus loves tacos. Oh yes he does.

Sandwiched between Almost Famous on the top floor and the bar that once housed Socio Rehab (and where LLLB’s new bar now squats), ever the masters of mystery, excitement builds as you traverse a (sort of) hidden staircase to find the restaurant. Bedecked in wood, soft lighting and pictures of Lucha Libre styled Chihuahuas (I know), its fun to look at, as is the rough and ready paper printed menu written in that infamous Almost Famous vernacular. (A man vs. food style Tapout Burrito ‘lubed’ in sauce, anyone?)

South American food, The writings on the wall (soz)

South American food – the writing’s on the wall (soz)

My friend Aoife and I plumped for a few ‘quick fixes’. Charred chicken and peanut lettuce cups with a pineapple and mango salsa and Hawaiian BBQ crispy coated chicken breasts with a crack-like blue cheese sauce provided a big old flavour hit. Taste buds piqued, we cracked on with our burrito ‘supremos’ – taking centre stage on the menu, they were hard to ignore – though we were both sorely tempted by the Sloppy Juan Burger, a chilli-topped mass with chipotle sour cream. (See Dollybakes for a review).

Hawaiian BBQ Chicken Blasts

Hawaiian BBQ Chicken Blasts

Lettuce Cups

Lettuce Cups

Entertaining a Beef Smackdown burrito of shredded beef, chipotle gravy, cheddar cheese, hot sauce and tomato mayo, I was fully expecting a knock out, but the bold flavours promised barely made an appearance. Thinking myself merely unlucky, I selflessly (cough) checked out Aoife’s Alabama Bone Sucking Slammer of pulled pork, BBQ sauce, Monterey Jack and blue cheese sauce fame, and still no smack down. How? This is simply slow cooked meat and sweet, spicy sauces? Where did the flavour go?

Beef Smackdown Burrito

Beef Smackdown Burrito

It would be unfair to say that the food was bland, but it wasn’t the all-singing, all-dancing South American fare I’m used to, though on the plus side, the fries were excellent and the side sauces (yes, I ordered more blue cheese) were bob on. Seems the American influence is one they can easily master. As the starters were so delicious and with so much more to explore round the rest of the menu, I’d definitely return again. I just won’t be celebrating with their burritos again any time soon. Back to Panchos for me.

* Let us all be grateful. We can now ignore the mass-produced, watered-down efforts of Las Iguanas and the cardboard toting Taco Bell.

Bonbon Chocolate Workshop

12 Feb

You can’t have failed to notice the chocolate glut shoring up every high street counter of late. The behemoths that be Cadbury, Mars and Nestle are all assaulting our senses in the hope of winning the seasonal battle for the hearts and hips of us sunshine-smacking consumers. Row upon row of cutesy animal shaped, goo-filled chocolate creations, but rather than seeing me safely through the winter months as per, this year quite frankly has me feeling hollow as an Easter egg.

Our great British isle has a great chocolate heritage, and despite increasing food snobbery around the use of vegetable fats and our national crack-like addiction to milk chocolate, we still kick the arse out of the latest American influx of sweet treats. In their hey day, classics like Bournville and Fry’s were part of the national fabric, and Roald Dahl’s lingering descriptions of Cadbury samples in Boy seem like tales of yesteryear; it seems not so long ago, sweet shops were still revered, magical places that held excitement whatever your age.*

Nowadays, by the time spring has shown his happy face, our willingness to comply with increasingly early corporate crack at Valentine’s Day / Mother’s Day / Easter just seems greedy, and where chocolate once provided a momentary and affordable morsel of luxury, it generally has become nothing more than a commodity to shove in our mouths at the end of the day. In amongst the crammed, multi-coloured shelves of confectionary, that sense of theatre and the pure joy that enjoying chocolate brought has been lost.

I haven’t been hit by that childhood sense of wonder for years, despite the best efforts of the innovative yet ridiculously slick Hotel Chocolat and the fine, fine work of the cocoa bean buyers over at Green & Blacks. Sigh. Then suddenly, Bonbon Chocolate Workshop miraculously appeared, popping up unexpectedly in Manchester’s Northern Quarter as an early Christmas gift, and no doubt thanks to the terrible weather and need for a little new year cheer, has thankfully hung around.

A sweet little hidey-hole of  chocolate wonder

A sweet little hidey-hole of chocolate wonder

Initially tempted in by the promise of hot chocolate one snowy Sunday in January, and having heard the masterminds behind the much lauded (but sadly never visited) Troffel were supplying the goods, I was keen to indulge. Sat on the slightly uninspiring John Street, expectations were tempered, but seconds within walking in, I knew I’d found it – the grown up, miniature version of my very own Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. (I wish). I could barely contain my mirth.

Raspberry Beer Truffles - down in one!

Raspberry Beer Truffles – down in one!

Flourless Chocolate Cake - on the hit list.

Flourless Chocolate Cake – on the hit list.

Slates of dusted, coated and colour-flecked truffles, fudgy brownies and a earthen pot of steaming hot chocolate, this small, intimate shop’s muted, charcoal tones and earthy paper packaging lets the chocolate do the selling, as well it should, given Valrhona chocolate is used in everything they create. Rich without being sickly – leaving that tell-tale, lip-smacking couverture coating on your teeth – it speaks volumes of quality, and leaves you in no doubt that you’re experiencing something truly special.

Hot Chocolate - Just chocolate, spring water, a little sugar and cocoa powder.

Hot Chocolate – Just chocolate, spring water, a little sugar and cocoa powder.

Salted Caramel Truffles - buttery gooey goodness with a slight salty tang.

Salted Caramel Truffles – buttery gooey goodness with a slight salty tang.

Made purely with chocolate, spring water, a little sugar and cocoa powder to help thicken the liquid, the melted hot chocolate is something else. Less fatty on account of the lack of dairy, and flavoured with the truffle varieties available in the shop that day, my bowl of liquid cocoa reawakened the love lost after years of overly sweetened, heavy set chocolate bars and the powdered, frothy hot chocolate we’re all too used to expecting. Even the drudgery of the overlooked NCP car park couldn’t spoil the appeal.

With room for 6-7 people max, getting into Bonbon is a challenge, but one well worth waiting out for. The knowledge on offer from the friendly staff encouraged me to take home several truffles to try; a sweet and tangy raspberry beer finished with a bitter beer hit and sea salted caramel, buttery in flavour with that mild salt sting cutting through. I’ve since been back for the brownies – gooey in the extreme and a perfect indulgence for the Sunday night treat tradition held by me and my flatmate Aoife – all in all, divine.

At just £3.50 for a truly delicious cup of hot chocolate, it puts Starbucks to shame, and with the best quality truffles costing no more than £1.50 plus plenty of innovative flavours to try, (the lemon curd and goats cheese in particular require another trip), why not give this little independent pop up a try? Inexpensive, decadent and truly exciting, Bon Bon is serving up chocolate exactly as it should be.

* Ruined by smug, know-it-all grown ups with big marketing budgets and no sense of fun, no doubt. Very Dahl-esque, don’t you think!

Bonbon Chocolate Workshop, 9 John Street, Northern Quarter, Manchester, M4 1EQ

Guerrilla Eats

9 Dec

Ask and you shall receive, it seems. Having long lamented the lack of street food in our fair city, it seems my prayers have been answered. Hallelujah! Having watched London kick formal dining to the Kerb with its Kings Cross hub of independent traders, and Manchester Food and Drink Festival making the mobile food vendors of our metropolis the focus of its festival hub, it was only a matter of time before Manchester’s disparate food talent came together to feed the foodie thousands in need of an exciting new concept and a seriously good feed. God, am I grateful.

Guerrilla Eats started life in a car park out the back arse of Castlefield, the brainchild of Mal O’Connor of Fire and Salt Barbecue fame. Bringing together the most passionate and creative people from Manchester’s burgeoning street food scene, our very own collective of traders landed this weekend in the Northern Quarter, a spiritual home (of sorts) for quirky pop-ups and the city’s on trend food outlets and watering holes. And whilst hanging around a car park on a grim December evening might not sound like your idea of heaven, overlooking the crumbling mills of the Piccadilly Basin, for me it was as close to a food epiphany as I’m going to get.

Guerrilla Eats, Port Street Car Park, Manchester

Guerrilla Eats, Port Street Car Park, Manchester

I realised that behind the greatest food, there’s always a great story, and these traders have them in abundance. Chaat Cart, selling classic Indian street food, want to replicate the fresh, hot and intensely delicious experience of dosa and puri, experienced during the owner’s childhood in India. Mal, on the other hand, serving up crack like mac and cheese and the softest, most unctuous pulled pork, founded his business on the back of an obsession with southern style barbecue, picked up during his time spent travelling the southern states of the USA. Inspiration feeds passion, and with the Guerrilla Eats traders, it’s evident in every bite. Preach!

Chaat Cart Samosas. Ligly spiced vegetables in crispy pastry.

Chaat Cart Samosas. Ligly spiced vegetables in crispy pastry.

The Barn House Bistro Burger. Rump Steak Burger with a Lime and Jalepeno Mayo.

The Barn House Bistro Burger. Rump Steak Burger with a Lime and Jalepeno Mayo.

It also seems that no matter where the divine inspiration comes from, street food seems to pack a punch wherever you go. With constantly changing locations making it challenging to build up loyal custom, plus being outdoors and often out of the way, each trader’s food has to have some serious chops to draw each crowd anew. Immediate feedback also allows for a fast turn around on fine tuning recipes, so regardless of the experience of the trader in question, you’re pretty much guaranteed to get a tasty morsel of food, and with prices hovering around the £5 mark, at seriously good value too. Amen to that!

The Sugar Bun Sisters. Chocolate Orange and Apple and Custard Cupcakes.

The Sugar Bun Sisters. Chocolate Orange and Apple and Custard Cupcakes.

Ginger's Comfort Emporium. Whisky Marmalade Ice Cream (FTW)

Ginger’s Comfort Emporium. Whisky Marmalade Ice Cream (FTW)

So, whether you try the gourmet ice cream at the award-winning Ginger’s Comfort Emporium, veteran of the Manchester street food scene, or the incredibly inventive beef and pork franks from Dirty Dogs are Hot, make the pilgrimage to the bottom end of Port Street this Sunday and find yourself converted to street food. Open from 11am to 4pm today, there’s a buffet of seriously delicious and vastly different foods on offer. And who knows? You might just be witnessing the birth of something exciting this Christmas too. With the food talent on show, who knows where these Guerrilla Eats traders might end up? A car park today; their own premises tomorrow? I can only pray.

Nutter does Famous

22 Nov
The pop-up scene in Manchester has truly exploded of late. Whether creative, inventive or as often as not, surreal, since my adventures at the Southern Summer Barbecue, the city has seen the birth of a street food collective, a new supper club come to the fore and more ingenuity from the pop-up pioneers behind The Yacht Club. With Guerilla Eats showcasing the streetwise talents of Fire and Salt BBQ and Dirty Dogs are Hot, Dine In Out delivering dinner party style events across Manchester and for this winter only, The Ski Club will be serving up an après ski experience right in the heart of the city centre, us Mancunians are spoilt for choice.
The latest pop-up to grace us with its presence was the Nutter Does Famous do, where Andrew Nutter of Nutters fame collaborated with Beau Myers and the Almost Famous team behind MFDF12’s Food Pioneer Award. With larger than life reputations both, renowned for their tasty and packed with a punch food, the £50 upfront tickets sold out quicker than an Almost Famous special. Understandably, expectations were high with a small amount of trepidation thrown in for good measure, given the teasing tweets and impulsive nature of the two guys at the pass.

Nutter does Famous Menu

Like any good pop-up, the surprises were plentiful. Queuing (as always) to get past the unmarked Almost Famous door, a vicious girl fight kicked off between two love rivals, only to morph into a street performance from carefully placed actors amongst the crowds. Our nerves were soothed in a festively-themed room, (more of which later), complete with harp player and the most elegant Grey Goose and elderflower cocktail to ever pass my lips, before being met for the sit-down dinner by the same theatre group singing ‘Food Glorious Food’ and sprinkling petals from the Almost Famous rafters. Curiouser and curiouser.

Street fight. Nutter brings a true taste of Rochdale to the streets of Manchester.

Not a jam jar in sight. Grey goose and elderflower cocktail.

Theatrical performances aside, what was truly surprising was the food. Expecting a dirty burger, boozy mash-up, we were presented with classic flavour combinations, expertly executed and exquisite tasting food. No kitchen towel on the table, cutlery in hand, we were set for a right royal feast. Baked clam chowder thick with mussels, soft, pillowy brill topped with a rich and moreish pesto and the most unctuous pork belly served with crackling and fat piggy juices, our table full of Twitter lovies found themselves silenced on more than one occasion. Finished off with a honeycomb-adorned chocolate mousse, we were transported far beyond the burger trays to fine-dining heaven.

Brill with Jerusalem Artichoke, Wild Mushroom and Pesto

Pork Belly, Crackling and a Pineapple and Black Pudding Beignet

The biggest revelation of the night however, was Nutter himself. Having only ever seen him from afar, Union Jack flag and a bottle of grey goose in hand, I was expecting some full-on antics, but when it comes to his craft, he’s one serious dude. Passionate about great flavours, local ingredients (bury black pudding wontons anyone?) and heard on the grapevine from crew members past, a great man to work for too, leading from the front and inspiring his team to deliver the refined food his Rochdale-based restaurant is renowned for.

Andrew Nutter plating up dessert

Chocolate mousse with honeycomb and a chocolate orange bee

In a night full of the unexpected, it was entirely expected that Beau would have something up his sleeve. Master of the big reveal and king of creating a sense of urgency around his creations, in our journey from Socio Rehab for cocktails and canapés to the top floor burger den for the main event, we were introduced to the marvel that is Miracle, the Christmas themed pop-up from Almost Famous.

Promising the mother of all turkey burgers, fondue-style desserts and Christmassy cocktails when it opens this week, we enjoyed a sneak preview of the venue amidst the twinkling ambience of log cabin bars and slightly bizarre sprout prints whilst enjoying our amuse bouche. And whilst a Bloody Mary lobster shot is for life and not just for Christmas, could this be another pop-up to put on the wish list, perhaps?