Spy has had a long, sometimes tortuous relationship with the Edgcumbe and has endured its seemingly unending metamorphosis from French cuisine to Malaysian to French to Knees Up Mother Brown brashness.
Situated at the edge of Margate old town in an inauspicious building, this restaurant is not, on the face of it, an obvious choice for Kent foodies and yet it has deservedly garnered a reputation for fine dining that redefines how one thinks about Indian food.
For those of us who loved the Nepalese restaurant Mooli, previously on this awkward restaurant spot on the corner of Calverley Road and Street, the Giggling Squid with its promise of Thai Lunch Tapas at £8 looked like a good bet.
We had originally booked in to come here the day we returned from holiday in Turkey, thinking the lure of a meal by the sea would deflate any of our holiday blues. But alas, a delayed flight and torrential rain upon our return scuppered any chance of this. So.....
April is always a shocker of a month for our family as there are three children’s birthdays in that month.
I had previously submitted a review to Spy some time ago regarding a
lunch that we suffered at the hands of this establishment which
comprised of a woeful chateaubriand and even worse service. Whilst
the wonders of modern technology brought Restaurant Spy to a crippling
Something perhaps worse than a smoker who becomes an ardent antagonistic non-smoker is the restaurant critic who repents.
It's a long seven years since we last visited the Himalayan Gurkha, and, since then, the dusty old restaurant with its ponderous service has been re-furbished and re-launched.
It's sad that it took me so many years to discover the overwhelming beauty of the paintings of Marc Chagall.
Grey. Or is it light blue?