If you follow this blog, you’ll know that I am only the biggest fan of this sushi bar located in Ealing Common, a convenient and frequent after work spot for me. It’s been about a year since I last wrote about it, and it’s time we revisit to find out if it’s still the best

Forty five minutes after exiting Temple tube station, I am still wandering around the area. I could have sworn I have walked past Buddha bar before – which faces the river – but for the life of me, all I can see is a Walkabout. Defying pride, I finally make the call to the restaurant for directions; they tell me I need to keep walking right, and then some. Ah, there it is, under a bridge

The first visit to Dinings left me spellbound, everything about it ticked the boxes for me. This was a genuine, independent and cosy neighbourhood restaurant with a kitchen that had pedigree which churned out delicious food. I was really keen to return, and so it became the venue to meet up with Helen the World Foodie Guide (her review here). But on this 2nd visit, the experience was dramatically murdered by my own hype. Post mortem as follows

Hands up who caught the repeat of ‘Dawn Porter: Geisha Girl’ last week? I have it recorded. For me, Japan is a beautiful country; Their rich culture is evocative and it is a country that is high on my list of holiday destinations – especially the thought of sampling ‘real’ sushi. Luckily for us, Japanese restaurants have sprung up like busy sushi trains over the years and we Londoners are able to sample very capable pretenders. While the glitterati continue to dine out on overpriced stylised substance in the plentiful high end market, there is also a cluster which caters to the budget friendly who might enjoy a quiet sit-down lunch, as opposed to stalking Cheryl Cole

It happened during the summer after I graduated from university. I was attempting an eight week trip to cover five different countries, sampling unagi at all the destinations I touch down upon. By far, the most memorable experience was at Kura in Sydney – a modest space, a short sushi table, man was it good. So far, nothing in London comes close in terms of quality for the money, but at least we have restaurants such as Hare & Tortoise, which provide value for money

Dinings £40pp 22 Harcourt St W1H 4 020 7723 0666 To this day, I still think the best miso cod are the ones made in the Nobu Kitchen, particularly the Berkeley branch. Ex-Nobu Chef Tomonari Chiba has left the establishment to set up his own take on Japanese-Peruvian ponce cuisine. Comparisons are inevitable; is this Nobu on a budget (wasnt that called Ubon?) or could this possibly outshine the Matsushita institution? Lets find out

Kang says: How’s your weekend going folks? Any issues with the clocks going forward? I’m doing a little post exchange with the story of how boys and girls need to eat. In this one, a girl has to eat lunch, japanese style. Hope you like this one, a boy will need to eat, breakfast next wednesday so look out for that. Tsunami Official site Why I decided to wear four inch heels to meet my friends for lunch at Tsunami, a Japanese/pan-Asian restaurant on Charlotte Street, was a mystery to me. Perhaps it was because with the clocks changing, I got a whiff of spring in the air, and felt that they now deserved a new pride of place, that is on my feet, rather than being relegated to the back of my cupboard. But by now, I should know that such ventures are best kept for those times when I do not have to walk too much. So here I was, ambling down to the bus stop, taking 15 minutes rather than the usual 5; stumbling slowly up and down the stairs of the bus, and almost missing my stop in the process; before finally making that long walk down Charlotte Street. To make matters worse, Tsunami is situated past the concentrated stretch of ‘restaurant row’ where most of the eateries are, down the other end of the street

The word binge is so 2007. I’ve been off for two weeks and the sky is still falling down on London, seriously when is it all going to stop? Did anybody miss me while I was away? I did manage a couple of reviews on my break but my first London restaurant visits will have to wait till Friday. As I said yesterday, I bought a new camera and this will be it’s virgin usage for a very sinful post. This sushi train is located somewhere south of the South China Sea (I forget the name of the place) and the rate is 50 pence per plate. This isn’t really a review, but more like food glorification, though the technically accurate term is foodporno. If you’re anything like me, you’ll appreciate great sushi trains for peanuts – it’s just a shame we don’t have more of them in London ( Yo! is alright, but seriously overpriced). On this visit, the count is about 20 plates (my record is 37 in Sydney, I think) and that’s a grand total of £10. A tenner barely gets me like 2.5 plates at Yo! Yo. Cheap sushi bingeing – as far as I know – only exists in Asia; ok so welcome back to another edition of London eater, the name is Kang and I will be at your service for the rest of

Abeno too Official site 17-18 Great Portland Street WC2H 7JE 020 7379 1160 There are seven stages toward Okonomi-yaki englighment (source: abeno). First there is the arrival, then there is the mixing, after that is the pouring. Shaping then takes place, and comes cooking before it gets the flip. Finally, we decorate for the perfect Japanese pancake. The soul food from Osaka apparently translates to ‘cook whatever you want’ (Okonomi) –‘ grilled’ (yaki) and Abeno in Soho are the pre-eminent purveyors of this Japanese sensation. One of the best things about living in a sprawling metropolis is the multiculturalism and the myriad of rather authentic world cuisines available for very hungry and curious souls (such as yours truly). Let’s get flippin’ peeps

The great thing about running a food blog is that people tell me what’s good around town. I thank them and then proceed to said recommended place to eat my heart out. Sushi Hiro is one such place, as recommended by Yenni and in her own words, this is the ‘best kept secret in London&#

The last time I did a photo essay was my welsh monkfish tales post. Shot in the Old Kings arms hotel restaurant, I am still yet to post about my 2 1/2 month trip to southern Wales. I’ll do so soon, lots of pretty food pictures, and lots of great food.  I’m sure you all know by now that I love sushi. I usually wake up pretty late on sundays and look for a relaxing place to eat around lunchtime. I tend to settle down at my local Pret-a-manger and have my ritualistic ham and cheese croissant with a cup of cappuccino. Last sunday, I thought I’d break from tradition and venture out to high street kensington as the sun was begging me to get out. I ended up the top floor foodhall at Wholefoods

Sushi is sometimes misunderstood as the culinary delight of raw fish when it actually refers to vinegar-ed rice and roughly translates to meaning sour. Definitions aside, sushi is one of my favourite types of food, its healthy (only 3% fat apparently), simple and tastes great