A shot in the arm for every veggie who’s suffered bland risottos while out to dinner with their friends.
I’m not trying to blow (hickory) smoke up their arses, but aside from the toothpicks, there really isn’t much to say against Dray Yard Smokehouse.
The message has clearly been passed through the generations that you’ll get some decent tucker here.
A special note has to go to the brilliant staff, who seem to be swept up with the American Dream as much as the diner itself.
Slathered with Harbercue’s own selection of barbecue and hot sauces, it was meatopia. That’s a new word. You can have it.
Cooked in rapeseed oil, a ‘good fats’-rich equivalent, it’s like the Hot Chip chips have been encased in the golden fields of Norfolk and heated to a crisp.
You’ve got two honest-to-goodness spaces – the Bar and the upstairs Diner – to satisfy the mightiest of hungers right in the city centre.
I’ve made such bold claims before as to say this is my favourite restaurant in the city – will it prove me right tonight?
There’s thought, there’s consideration and that’s easy to palate.
Pinocchio’s’ relationship to the ‘family’ of Raffles Restaurants is actually more of the attractive Italian figure who’s related by marriage
"For once I wasn’t primitively searching for a potato..." - Emma's satisfied sans spud at The Pigs, Edgefield.
"Jalapeño poppers sounded like ingesting a mild nitrate in a Spanish disco." - Emma gives Rev de Cuba's food a whirl
"This cheesecake was like an interactive installation piece." - Emma reviews the Golden Triangle's The Mulberry.
"It was one of the nicest pasta dishes I’ve ever had; grated courgette, fried spinach balls, a gleaming vat full of garlicky butter."
The toad was cradled by some creamy buttery mash, and the whole thing was swimming in gravy, just as the Gods of British cuisine would have it.
"...their proficiency tackling modern British and then Asian cuisine. Turns out they have two very strong suits, acing both." - Emma reviews the food at the Mad Moose pub.
It was imaginative with an endless combo of meats and dry rubs; and hallelujah, it’s unique in Norwich.
Plenty of smiling diners must mean the view from Giraffe height looks pretty swell...
Experience fine dining in ultimate high-def, smell it and even taste it in this completely non-pretentious gem of a dining room...
The Reindeer gently coerces you to jump slightly left of your comfort zone, and expectations of pub grub – all for the better...
Dive right in to seafood of fantastic quality, from sustainable sources and wonder why you would ever miss meat.