Way to capture a feeling
Taken from The Nudge:
Monikers | Restaurant - Hoxton Square
There are lots of ways for restaurants to go ‘old school’.
Like by allowing you to decide, the old fashioned way, whether you’d like to tip. Or by prohibiting the use of phones while dining. Or by requesting that male diners stand up when a lady leaves, or arrives at, her table.
Or, and this is going properly old school, by opening inside an old school.
Which is what the proprietor of Monikers on Hoxton Square has done, having just opened up in (what was once) the gym of St.Monica’s School. Meaning that you can finally now go into a school gym without running the risk of having to do naked star jumps in your PE teacher’s office for forgetting your kit.
Which totally happened at your school too, right?!
Head Chef Richard Teague’s serving up a daily mix of dishes like potted cockles with toasted sourdough; black pudding Scotch eggs; roasted wild duck and “whole grilled plaice with hand cut chips” (meaning fish n’ chip Fridays are back), alongside specials written on a rolling blackboard; doughnuts with strawberry jam and clotted cream; chocolate mousse; buttermilk pudding; and a full brunch menu at weekends.
Also, there’s a private dining room made out of a bus from the West Midlands.
If you book dinner or a little party inside it (for up to 30 friends), then you’ll be issued with pens to graffiti at will, while doubtlessly singing rude songs about the fat bus driver / waiter; feeling intimidated by the hard kids in the back row; and - if you invite your PE teacher along – doing lots of naked star jumps.
Could be the best night ever.
Free Cocktails! If you call to book a table at Monikers at any time in the next month (until 15th March) and mention The Nudge then you’ll receive a complimentary cocktail on arrival for each of your guests (limited to 8).
Bookings on 020 7739 6022
CANNABIS CULTURE: WHEN WEED MEETS POP CULTURE
Photography: Amber Asaly / Model: Page Ruth (LOOK) / Story: John Johnston
It’s been three years since I last saw my college roommate Mark*, owing to our travels, but here we are outside a pub on Kingsland Road in east London, wishing for snow to fall while he smokes a roll-up filled with weed. I have a smirk on my face, as Mark’s visit to London is ridiculously fortunate for me. The editor of WeTheUrban has commissioned me to write a piece about marijuana and its growing presence in pop culture.
Emma Cook AW13