Shoreditch Nightlife
Musical Bingo Bonanza!
You hear a tune and keep thinking “I know this song, aaaah who was this singer?” Well you...
The Book Club – Not for Bibliophiles
All is good about The Book Club; however it has one down side and that is: It does’t...
Beer Culture in Mason and Taylor
When it comes to beer, London is full of little gems with beers from all around the world....
Dining in Shoreditch: Whistling Shop Bar 63
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Ever wondered what it would be like to live life in a by-gone era, smell the air, sample...
Party at The Shoreditch
If you’re in the mood to shake it like a G6 to the rhythm of the RnB and...
Vintage Piano at the Nightjar
I’ve always wanted a place where I could listen to good live music but not pay a fortune...
Welcome to the Water Poet
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Embarrassingly, regardless of the time of day, season or situation, I often need a cup of tea. Not to say I don’t often dabble in a beverage or two (my friends can definitely agree on that), but there have been times where my beer-sipping friends have given me a raised eyebrow whilst I sheepishly sipped out of my ‘old lady’ cup and saucer. This is why I like the Water Poet, where there is something for everyone. Located on Folgate Street, just seconds from the delights of Spitalfields Market, it is a place to quickly stop and catch your breath.
Getting the Munchies
If, like me, you haven’t enjoyed a proper Sunday roast since you left the ‘nest’, and/or can’t be bothered to open a cook book (let alone cook), despair not; Munch Catering at the Red Lion in Hoxton Square may very well be the answer to our prayers.
Renowned for its plastic glasses, you’d be surprised to know that it serves some pretty fantastic food. One need only attend one of its massive Sunday roasts – which could well satiate the population of a small Eastern European city – to catch my drift.
Bavarian Beer Bonanza
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Being a no-nonsense beer aficionado (who needs wine?), when my friends suggested we check out the Bavarian Beer House on City Road, I jumped at the offer. Although I was excited enough by the prospect of downing golden draughts of premium German ales and lagers, I definitely was not expecting a one-of-a-kind sensory experience that would leave me wondering if I was, in fact, still within the limits of Shoreditch.