RIP Billy Graham, why do the good always die young?
Market - Camden
43 Parkway NW1 7PN
Parkway is a promenade of restaurants, but of them all, this place is a gem, a straightforward, high quality restaurant that serves excellent British food at reasonable prices.
Every time I have eaten here the food has been exemplary. As well as a la carte, they offer a two course lunch menu for £10, the last time I ate lunch there I had a salt beef salad, followed by fillet of Pollack with mash and leeks. The courses are cleverly constructed and expertly prepared, tastes are balanced and merged, and the food cooked, with great skill. I found myself marvelling at half a boiled egg, hardly the most inspiring of ingredients, but the yolk was buttery and soft, and the white, somehow, tender and creamy too. The Pollack skin was crisp, the fillet delicate, the mash creamy and absolutely faultless.
The interior is quite plain and matter of fact, in terms of decor, but there is still a nice enough atmosphere for an evening meal. There is a good selection of wines, also.
Total = 8.25
I am on a quest. I can't claim it has the profundity of a search for the Holy Grail or the philosopher's stone, but to my tongue and stomach, it is a quest of far greater importance.
It is the quest for the best sushi in London...
The Japanese food known to us as sushi is to some a strange and unappetising idea.
The idea of munching on raw fish makes their faces scrunch up in disgust, 'raw fish!' they exclaim, 'how frightful!' and then their monocle falls into their sherry.
But the 'fishy' taste that most people associate with our delicious, silvery, gilled aquatic friends, is actually caused by decay - fresh fish does not smell 'fishy'.
'Sushi' actually refers to the sticky vinegared rice that accompanies the variety of seafood.'Sashimi' is the sliced, fresh raw seafood. And Sashimi is served very fresh, and expertly filleted.
There is also Bashimi, which is raw horsemeat, but I can't say that my tongue and stomach want to accompany me on that particular quest.
So, where is the best place to get sushi in the grubby, noisy, glittering city of London?
In 1994 I was fortunate enough to see, in the mountains of Rwanda and Uganda, a family of silverback Gorillas, before they were fully acclimatised to human contact. I would like to avoid anthropomorphism, or unwarranted sentiment, but it was a very touching experience, my impression was that they were strikingly peaceful, beautiful creatures. I found their simplicity in direct contrast to us, their complex neighbours. Human beings had recently perpetrated a horrific genocide amongst themselves in Rwanda, and we, humans, have brought that genocide to the Gorillas too.
What can you do?
The New Scientist has some sound advice
Want to do your bit for the planet, and stop being irritated into the bargain? Then register for the Mailing Preference Service and stop junk mail. You can also put a 'No junk mail' sticker on your mail box or lettebox.
There is also a Telephone Preference Service that can stop you rushing out of the bath to receive a call from a broken voiced teenager trying to sell you double glazing.
If you get annoyed by vague 'area the size of Wales' statistics then 'Without hot air' is well worth a read. Professor David Mackay has done the calculations and provides detailed models for how Britain could become sustainable in terms of energy production and consumption.
There is lots of useful information in the book, all of it with a practical and pragmatic perspective.
Don't kid yourself that you can stop at switching your phone charger off and think you are doing your bit for the environment, for instance:
"All the energy saved in switching off your charger for one day
is used up in one second of car-driving.
The energy saved in switching off the charger for one year is
equal to the energy in a single hot bath."
Read it online here
'I do not like spinach, and I am glad I don't - because if I liked it, I would eat it, and I can't stand it' - From Flaubert's Dictionary of received ideas
Nothing is either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
We are all agreed that your theory is crazy. The question which divides us is whether it is crazy enough to have a chance of being correct. My own feeling is that it is not crazy enough.
To write in plain, vigorous language one has to think fearlessly, and if one thinks fearlessly one cannot be politically orthodox