Love is blind. Just ask the Nazi Low Rider and his Jewish boyfriend. They don’t share a jail cell yet, but are hoping to. If you’re having trouble following this, perhaps these three words will make things a little clearer: Louis Theroux documentary.
Making any form of prediction about American politics at the moment is probably best avoided. Still, it looks like the youth vote could be a decisive factor; as many unders 30s turned up to the Iowa caucus as senior citizens, and Hillary and the gang are taking notice. But how do candidates engage with voters half their age?
Thanks to everyone who provided their suggestions on restaurant names (400 + at last count). The Ken Livingstone Coffee Shop takes some beating but I’m particularly tickled by Jason’s Doner Van. Special mention must go to Bill Bailey’s fantasy butcher – Halal, Is It Meat You’re Looking For.
Restaurants are often given a bad name. Quite literally in the case of Marylebone’s vegetarian Eat and Two Veg. With a name to make even a provincial barber groan, ETV (I refuse to type it again) rather undermines the meat-free diner’s attempts at contemporary style. It would seem good food does not equal good taste.
Of course, it’s not just vegetarians eateries but all specialist or niche restaurants which seem especially prone to the pun. Could you stomach the Mussel Inn, Thai’d Up or Mad Mex? And could a love affair with falafel survive a meal at Syriandipity?
