Lady Rizo, Soho Theatre

Lady Rizo is my kinda girl…feisty, fun and fabulous. Fresh from New York’s cabaret scene, she has arrived in England to make her London debut at the Soho Theatre.

I was initially attracted to Lady Rizo because of her name… any who know me well will know about my obsession with Grease and my ongoing ambition to play the rebellious Rizzo. When I researched Lady Rizo’s show, I realised there was more than just her name to love. She is a ballsy comedienne and chanteuse from America with fierce attitude, a wacky sense of humour, sensational vocal talent and an addictively daring character. She has an undeniable ability to entertain.

The show starts at 9.45 pm which is quite late for a weeknight, but I left more awake than when I arrived: her wit and wonderfulness leave you buzzing. I will admit we didn’t always ‘get’ the jokes, but the music, wow, it was incredible. Of the songs she performed, some are original compositions, others hauntingly beautiful covers. She effortlessly belts and bellows into the microphone, with exceptional tone and not a note out of tune… impressive considering the vocal range she displays.

It is a raucous night and audience members should expect to be fully included… so if you’re shy don’t sit in the front row or by the aisle! Sitting within easy reach I was the subject of one of her first jokes as she removed my glasses (with difficulty) and mucked around with my hair. Funnier though was when she picked a redhead to help her change outfit while asking her about how she lost her virginity. It sounds seedy but Lady Rizo manages to add glitz and humour to every situation and had the whole venue in fits of laughter.

On Wednesday 27th February we were lucky enough to have Noisettes singer, Shingai Shoniwa in the audience. She whooped and wolf whistled enthusiastically for her friend throughout until eventually she was asked up on stage to help Rizo with her spectacular encore. It was an excellent extra.

A comic who can move, a singer who can joke and an entertainer who can inspire, Rizo is a very special lady, catch her while you can at the Soho Theatre.

More information here.

Flat Iron, Soho

There is something instantly appealing about the notion of a steak for 10 quid. Which is what Flat Iron offers, no strings attached.

Of course there is the no reservations policy but the queue is painless… you go on a list and settle downstairs with a drink before being called to your table, and it’s all very calm.

There isn’t really much of a menu:

Flat Iron Steak served with house leaf salad £10

Dripping cooked chips £2.50

Creamed Spinach £3

Today’s market greens £2.50

Sophie’s salad (blue cheese, candied pecans, lemon dressing) £3.50

Roast Aubergine (tomato, basil, Parmesan) £3.50

Sauces (Bearnaise, Fresh Horseradish Cream, Peppercorn, Fred’s Sauce) £1 each

Speciality Wagyu steak was also available (for the extra cost of £16) when I went along and I got the impression that luxury steak alternatives are often added to the standard list.

It was so simple and easy and yet so perfectly delicious. Lean, seasoned, sliced meat presented on a wooden board. A modest portion beautifully presented with a small glass of dressed lambs lettuce. The chips are insanely good too, medium thin, soft inside but crispy edged. Of the sauces, I would recommend the peppercorn with tiny flavoursome pieces of diced onion or the light and creamy Bearnaise.

Salted caramel mousse is the one and only dessert option… a squirty hand whipped cream machine is used to inject the tumblers with the airy sweet mixture. It was divine, life threatening perhaps, but just so so good. And even better with a sprinkle of sea salt on top.

I was impressed with the cocktails as well, Pound Sterling £7 (Chase English vodka, sloe berry liqueur, Tahitian vanilla pod syrup, lime and soda) and Rhubarb Aperol Spritz £6.50 (Chase rhubarb vodka, Aperol, lemon, sugar, rhubarb bitters, soda) were our preferred tipples. Both were served semi-long with perhaps a little too much ice as they soon became diluted. The ingredients though were finely matched to create delicious and unique drinks.

I loved everything about Flat Iron. But please don’t go, I don’t want to have to queue behind you as well.

More information here.

www.flatironsteak.co.uk/

@flatironsteak

THOROUGHLY MODERN MAN: Liam O’Connor, Ronnie Scott’s

If before Wednesday afternoon you had asked me whether an accordion player could ever be a rock star, I wouldn’t even have dignified such a ridiculous question with an answer. This week I was made to reassess that position, by none other than Liam O’Connor, a supremely talented multi-instrumentalist from County Cork. Not only has Liam performed alongside the biggest name in Irish music, as one of the original lead musicians in Michael Flatley’s Lord of the Dance, but he also holds the impressive Guinness Record for the “fastest fingers in the world”, which we would soon experience, from a safe distance – “Jimi Hendrix of the accordion” is not a title given out lightly.

I have been to Ronnie Scott’s many times before, but never at midday, and never to see an accordion performance. After a brief delay for sound checks, Liam O’Connor took to the stage. Ably supported by his band, and his own children on a variety of traditional Irish instruments, Liam proceeded to deliver an hour of infectious toe-tapping, whirling, dazzling musicianship. Quickly discarding his signature leather jacket, he threw himself into the performance, covering every inch of the stage, caught up in his own music. More frequently than I, and anybody for that matter, could imagine, Liam found himself lying on the floor, eyes firmly shut as his record-breaking fingers dashed up an down the keys of the accordion. After feeling briefly uncomfortable as only the British can at such a show, I settled back and succumbed to the foot tapping and hand clapping.

Liam stuck mainly to the accordion, showing how gracefully one can manoeuvre such a cumbersome box around, often swinging precariously in one hand as he flew round the stage in a frenzied trance. Highlights of the hour long set were Local Hero and Tico Tico (the track he performed for his world record) which both feature on the album, as does Harmonium. For Lark, Liam took up the “low whistle”, which aside from being a compliment in some neighbourhoods around Ronnie Scott’s, is also a classical Irish instrument. I have to admit, while impressive and catchy, it was a little too close to Ron Burgundy’s jazz flute routine for my taste.

Only one moment could perhaps have taken away from what was a wholly enjoyable afternoon, and that centred on the Rasta Reel, Liam’s unique take on Bob Marley’s iconic No Woman No Cry. It was a wonderful performance, and if it had taken place in the evening, to a packed house, I’m sure we would have had no qualms about being asked to head to the stage and sing and dance along. But this was midday on a Wednesday, Ronnie’s was half full, not enough wine had been consumed, and we were all extremely middle class about it all. As Liam bravely gestured to the assembled shufflers to sing along, the band’s volume lulled, and we were treated to the reedy, shifting choir of whispering voices, half-heartedly advising some mythical woman not to cry. I felt like Hugh Grant in About a Boy, when they sing with their eyes closed.

This aside, it was a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon, and I would recommend anyone with an interest in good music, or accordions, or both, to head over to the Killarney Avenue Hotel this summer, where Liam is performing throughout the summer months (more information here). If that’s too far for you to go, however, there’s always his cd.

www.liamoconnormusic.com

Written by a Thoroughly Modern Man, James Bomford.

 

Lucky Chip’s Slider Bar at The Player, Soho

Initially The Player seems like an unlikely venue for Lucky Chip burgers, the residency has certainly brought a new clientele to the bar. Then there is the issue of yet another burger joint in Soho; in its original venue, east London’s Sebright Arms, there is little competition nearby. I would know because after an exhausting trek to Dalston and the sad realisation that burgers weren’t served on Sunday evenings, my friend and I had to find an alternative to satisfy our meat craving. There was none.

The concept at this Soho slider bar is simple: two sliders, french fries and a homemade sauce for £10. The tricky bit is choosing from the appetising menu of mini burger varieties. Starving hungry and wanting meat, I was salivating just looking at the menu… beef, pork, fish and veggie burgers are all available, and there are no limitations, you can choose any two for a tenner.

The Player is a hidden underground haunt famous for reinventing forgotten cocktail culture. On entering this atmospheric lounge, I was instantly reminded of a jazz bar from a bygone era or a vintage prohibition club. We snuck to a small corner table, at 6.30pm the place was already crowded.

Drinks are available on both the Lucky Chip and Player menus, and we opted for the latter, inspired by the tropical sounding recipes. Priced between £8 and £10, I was impressed with the fruity concoctions, each arriving with pretty flourishes decorating the glasses. The rum-based Mexican Breakfast and Hurricane were definite favourites amongst our group.

The cute little burgers were delish though a tad salty. Sloppy but almost bite-size, they are much more manageable than a normal sized burger. I was pleased with my choices: ‘double cheeseburger’ and ‘Royale wit cheese’, similar classic combinations with aged beef patty, applewood smoked bacon, tomato, onion, mustard & pickles. They are well constructed and easy to gobble up quickly. The meat is juicy and tender in the middle with gooey cheese and crunchy fresh salad accompaniments. A modest portion of chips arrived with a pot of amazing garlic aioli.

I was terribly disappointed to discover the ‘build your own’ sundae was temporarily off the menu due to a broken freezer. Instead we shared the warm brownie, which was surprisingly good. If you are hungry I would advise ordering a starter… American style appetisers are available: Mac-N-Cheese, Chicken Bucket and Peanut Butter & Jelly Sandwich. Two little sliders are unlikely to fill you up.

The Player is popular thanks to the arrival of Lucky Chip and I can see why, this burger bar offers something different to the neighbouring burger joints. Fingers crossed these exquisite burgers will be a permanent fixture so we can all enjoy them for years to come.

More information on the Slider Bar here.

Best coffee in Soho

As a blogger on the go and a coffee fanatic, I am always on the lookout for the best independent coffee houses. Internet and plug sockets are certainly a bonus, but if the coffee is good enough, I’m willing to sit in a cramped corner to enjoy a good blend and brew. Soho is forever introducing new and quirkier cafes, as the city’s centre for good food and drink, I thought it was about time I compiled a list of my top Soho coffee hang-outs.

1. Nude Espresso, Soho Square: Cute and cool, many believe Nude Espresso offers the best coffee in Soho. I was impressed by the silky smooth flat white and the indulgent hot chocolate.

2. Rapha Cycle Club, Brewer Street: For coffee and cycle lovers alike… careful and precise baristas make unrivalled espressos and in the shop trendy cycling gear hangs ready for the more athletic foodies to admire! Huge and light venue ideal for relaxing and reading a book.

3. Tapped and Packed, Wardour Street: My favourite place to write and think… a hazily lit, lazy lounge with low hung lights and wooden benches. Plenty of space to stretch your legs, open your laptop and wile away the afternoon browsing the net. T&P offer a wide range of coffees, so there is variety for picky customers.

4. Flat White, Berwick Street: Another tiny venue and a real coffee destination. If you can bear a crowd, the delicious coffee here really is worth fighting for. Serving a very moreish Square Mile blend.

5. Speakeasy, Lowndes Court: Hidden away behind Carnaby Street, Speakeasy is a fun venue. Great coffee, cool crowd, shame about the lack of plug sockets and internet access (bloggers beware this is not the ideal writing venue). Groovy neon artwork on the walls by Benjamin Jamie.

6. Foxcroft and Ginger, Berwick Street: Filled with arty types F&G serve flavoursome food and good coffee. I love the mismatched chairs and eclectic decor. The welcoming chatter and friendly staff make this cafe a great place to spend time alone or with friends.

7. Milk Bar: This place is hip and happening and has a following of loyal fans. Like its sister branch Flat White, Milk Bar offers a balanced blend of Square Mile coffee. The interior is cosy and familiar, a lovely place to gossip with friends.

Other great coffee houses nearby: New Row Coffee and Kaffeine.

Chris Bracey’s Circus of Neon: God’s Own Junkyard, Soho

Chris Bracey is known as the Neon King for good reason. His neon works have appeared behind some of the greatest stars, and his fluorescent masterpieces have been made for numerous prominent patrons. With a cult following in London and LA, his work with light continues to shine from Soho across the World.

Bracey learnt the trade from his father who was a neon signmaker for fairgrounds, circuses and amusement arcades. In the 1950s, at a time of post war gloom and doom the light of neon was more inspiring than ever. Years on and his prolific work has played a significant role in transforming and reinventing the Soho aesthetic. His big break came when a Soho club owner allowed him to make a sign for the venue, at cost price, with the condition that Bracey could design it however he chose. The Pink Pussycat Club set a standard and soon everyone wanted an outrageously alluring Bracey sign.

The recent exhibition “God’s Own Junkyard” exhibits new pieces and archived works from his vast collection, encompassing key pieces from his three decades of work in art, fashion and cinema. Needless to say I completely loved it. On a quiet winter day the Circus of Soho shop window lights up the street so exuberantly that you can’t help but stare into the room of sparkles. There is something undeniably sexy about neon, the piercing glow and magical colours. I have always adored its qualities, so much so that this year I was presented with my own handmade Thoroughly Modern Milly TMM neon sign for Christmas.

The crowded collection at God’s Own Junkyard is utterly compelling and addictive… I couldn’t stop taking photos. “Non Stop Strip”, “Love & Lust”, “Sandwiches and Pastries” they read… neon manages to glamourise everything. Chris Bracey says on the subject: “Like any work of art, it’s got a spirit. Neon is only happy when it’s on, when it’s alive.” God’s Own Junkyard is a glowing place of happiness and excitement, where neon never dies and dreams live on.

More information here.

Mash, Soho

I have never associated steak with Denmark… though I know the food is meant to be exquisite there. MASH is a phenomenon and like its Scandanavian counterpart, the new Soho branch offers large steak cuts from the best cattle in the world.

I was amazed by the expansive interior when I went for lunch… located in Brewer Street’s iconic Art Deco building, the place exudes charm and charisma, inside and out. Mashed potatoes do feature as a side dish at this restaurant but the name is actually a clever abbreviation of Modern American Steak House.

Mash deserves to be recognised just as much for its cocktails as its steak… which are mixed up with top ingredients and inventive flavours. The leading barman seemed happy to be distracted by our persistent questions and was delighted to show off the best homemade combinations by giving us little tasters. The cocktails are mixed with fine and characterful spirits and liqueurs, some homemade by the creative bar staff others carefully sourced from around the globe.

After sampling numerous spirits, we took a seat in one of the diner-esque plush red leather booths and addressed the meaty menu. The waiter noticed immediately that we needed help and took us for a brief viewing of the steak varieties… cuts from Denmark, Australia, America and Uruguay are available. We opted for a dry aged Danish sirloin and Wagyu sirloin from Australia, both looked promisingly pink and juicy behind the exhibition glass.

Wine was expertly selected for us by our blonde waitress, a perky white to start (our favourite was the Kungfu Girl Reisling) and a mellow red to continue, finishing with an unusual dessert wine. We grazed on our starters: charcuterie for me and fried squid for my friend. Both very tasty, though hurried through in anticipation of the main attraction.

The steaks arrived sizzling, great hunks of meat sliced elegantly by our waiter into immaculate segments. This was ideal for sharing but unfortunately made the meat turn cold faster than desired. Alarmingly we both preferred the Danish steak, which I couldn’t believe, especially after preaching about the qualities of Wagyu meat to my guest. It was soft but dense and packed full of flavour so that it barely needed the rich peppercorn sauce that arrived alongside it. The Wagyu was delicious too, but more fatty and less addictive. Onion rings were of the plump kind, airy and tasty and the fries were nice but nothing special, and looked a little limp in their dish. Macaroni Cheese was an entirely unnecessary addition to the table, ultra rich, gooey and good but an odd accompaniment to steak.

Patting our full bellies, puddings seemed unwise, but nonetheless we ordered a couple to share: creme brulee and cheesecake with red fruit coulis. A French recipe and an American classic: both were very lovely and provided the perfect sweet tooth satisfaction.

Four hours later and we finally dragged ourselves out of Mash feeling rather Mashed! This Danish eatery offers magnificent meat and cool concoctions underground in a secretive Soho restaurant. A must try for steak and cocktail lovers.

More information here.

http://www.mashsteak.dk/

BRGR.CO, Soho

BRGR combines two of my favourite things: Beirut and burgers. This Lebanese brand is the newest addition to London’s thriving burger scene, competing with Honest and Lucky Chip on the busy streets of foodie heaven, Soho.  Lebanon’s popular burger joint, BRGR has two branches now operating in Beirut, one in Achrafieh and another in Beirut Souks. Perhaps this brave leap to England suggests that soon we’ll see outlets in other key cities around the world.

The restaurant, on Wardour Street, seats 55. Inside the atmosphere is chilled and carefree with floor to ceiling windows, dark oak tables and chairs and a lively open kitchen.

BRGR use 28-day-aged beef from the Duke of Buccleuch Estate in south-west Scotland. Focusing on simplicity, the restaurant serves a menu of three classic burgers: the 4oz, 6oz or 8oz with optional toppings of cheese or chilli-con-carne. A selection of traditional American-inspired sides, milkshakes and desserts complete the American vibe.

The burgers are presented in a DIY layout… meat and cheese in bun and salad condiments on the side for optional use, perfect for fussy boys who wish to avoid greenery. The meat is finely ground and grilled; it is a rustic thin burger, good quality meat but very little seasoning. The bun is soft and sweet and I loved the thick vinegary gherkins. Chips are best left plain, the truffle oil and cheese variety were far too rich and greasy for me.

We just had time to polish off a sundae to conclude: very simple vanilla ice-cream, with disappointing chocolate sauce and crumbled Oreo cookies. It satisfied my sweet tooth but wasn’t anything special. Milkshakes however, are worth a try, the vanilla was thick and creamy flavoured with real black vanilla.

I can imagine BRGR produce one of the best butties in Beirut but here in London we have way more competition, and though BRGR has potential, other burger joints in Soho are far from being budged from the top spot.

More information here.

http://www.brgrco.co.uk/

Bone Daddies, Soho

Bone Daddies has opened up shop at the ideal time… just as winter approaches hot, comforting Ramen is available in Soho. I haven’t experienced much Japanese food, aside from the westernised version at Wagamama, so was intrigued but a little sceptical about this concept restaurant.

The first of its kind, this Japanese eatery is the newest venture from ex-Zuma and Nobu chef, Ross Shonhan. It seems an unlikely story… an experienced fine Australian chef opening a casual but crowded Japanese Ramen restaurant… odd, and yet it works.

The venue is a bit gloomy and on a Wednesday evening (within a week of opening) it was a tad chaotic. We were quickly seated at the end of one of the long communal tables. A Japanese-inspired collage decorates the walls though as far as design, that’s about it… it does have the slight feel of “make-shift pop-up”. The staff are savvy and on the mark zooming around supplying food and drink efficiently and offering up well informed advice about the menu. Our waitress, though very English, seemed to know a huge amount about Japanese cuisine, and I was impressed that she’d obviously tried everything on the menu… which I believe should be compulsory for all restaurant staff.

Brown paper menus are simply clip-boarded and presented on arrival. From the snacks (starters) list, Fried Chicken is an absolute must, a more healthy and acceptable version of Kentucky Fried Chicken, it was so tasty we almost ordered a second portion. Small pieces of tender chicken is coated in a thick salty breadcrumbed delightfulness. Edamame beans were standard, and nicely salted: a good light option for whetting the appetite.

Drinks are traditionally Japanese, and though my guest approved, I didn’t particularly like the bitter cocktails. We tried Chuhai 1 and Maiken-Me – both odd mixes of fruit juice and spirits unknown to me. Of the two, I preferred the Chutai which, made with pears and apples, was slightly sweeter. On my next visit I will definitely be opting for Asahi beer.

I loved the varied assortment of condiments on the table, which included a garlic press and jar of freshly peeled garlic, very spicy chilli oil and sesame seeds. From the select choice of eight ramen, we chose the Soy Ramen with Nori and Chashu Pork and the T22 with Soy Ramen and Chicken. The Ramen is surprisingly filling, big bowls of translucent liquid arrive filled with magical ingredients. The soup has an unusually strong flavour, and I found mine overpoweringly salty… I love salt but it did shadow the other flavours a bit. The meat and vegetables were cooked perfectly, soft tender pork and stringy delicious chicken were the highlights of both bowls, though all the ingredients were delicious. All ramen come with egg, bamboo and bean sprouts; I opted for no egg, which I was glad about as it looked a bit sad in my guest’s bowl.

To finish we each had a glass of Nikaido Barley Shochu, an authentic Japanese digestif that tastes a little like Limoncello. It was divine.

So apparently I now like Japanese food and for that I have Bone Daddies to thank.

Bone Daddies is located at 31 Peter Street, with no sign you will need to remember the address to find this discreetly placed restaurant.

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Pitt Cue Co, Oxford Circus

Pitt Cue Co is one of those places I have always wanted to try but never quite had the energy to queue for. The tiny Southern American BBQ joint is thrilling customers night and day but with only 20 seats, waiting is pretty much guaranteed. So when a Monday lunchtime opportunity arose, I grabbed the chance to visit this eatery and prayed for a couple of free chairs.

We were in luck, the place was almost full, but not quite, enough room for two small girls on the end of a table. I glanced around the dark downstairs chamber and was surprised to see that not all the diners were big burly men, obviously this BBQ cuisine appeals to women too.

The concept is simple: choose your meat plus a side and enjoy. Pitt Cue Co make all their own sauces and rubs and their meat is cooked low and slow, smoked in-house and finished over charcoal. The produce is British, ethically sourced and the menu changes with the seasons. The small scale of the restaurant makes it feel very homely and reassuring. There is no mass production here, and when one dish runs out, guests have to just choose an alternative, first come first served.

Between us we tried the pulled pork, house sausage, bone marrow mash and grilled baby gem lettuce with anchovy dressing. The meats were served in very generous portions and tasted absolutely divine: bold flavours, rich and juicy especially with the sweet gravy. Pulled pork was particularly succulent, whilst the sausage had a moreish meaty taste but if I’m being fussy was a tad too salty. Next time I go I would love to try the ribs, which looked amazing on the next door table. The mash is ultra smooth and rich and provides the perfect accompaniment to the meat, the lettuce though a little bitter from its grilling was crunchy and refreshing.

For just over £10 each we enjoyed the best BBQ meal I’ve tried in London. No bookings, reservations, or bribes are taken and now I’ve witnessed the BBQ brilliance, I wouldn’t mind a short wait in the cold to try it again.

More information here.

http://www.pittcue.co.uk/