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Fancy a hot dog ‘n cocktail in Kensington? Try Dirty Bones

Kensington High Street is one of my favourite places in the world, but it’s fair to say there’s a serious dearth of trendy bars. Piano Bar and Sopranos are bags of fun but about as trendy as my grandma’s knitted sweaters, while Roof Gardens is only really worth going to at the height of summer, i.e. twice a year and you sure as hell better know a member if you don’t want to queue for 2 hours.

So you can imagine my joy when leaving my pilates class on Kensington Church Street and spotting a cool new burger joint just a few doors up from My Old Dutch. A hot dog stand during the day, Dirty Bones opens up to become a bar/restaurant in the evenings. My friends and I were given a quick tour, oohing and aahing and vowed to return asap. Fast-forward to Saturday, and my friend Kika and I were all dressed up for our first time at Dirty Bones.

A simple Esprit silk geometric dress from Asos and Steve Madden booties from Shopbop.

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Dirty Bones has only just opened so I was expecting a few teething problems, but getting inside was more of a mission than it needed to be. I was expressly told by phone and email that you can only book for parties of 6 or more, but when we turned up at 8:30pm they said this wasn’t true at all and we should have booked in advance. The proposed wait time was an hour but when I casually mentioned I was a blogger they suddenly found space for us 😉

The stairs leading down to the main area is somewhat reminiscent of Tonteria on Sloane Square, you feel like you’re about to enter a den of iniquity.

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The bar has that intimate feel, where you feel like you can chuck off your coat and get down to the serious business of drinking which took us no time at all. I played it safe with a Top Dog (Finlandia vodka, fresh strawberry Chambord and lemon, Jaio prosecco) while Kika opted for the more adventurous 101 Dalmations (Baileys chocolate, Finlandia vodka, Disaronno, cream, chocolate chip ice cream). Mine was refreshing and perfectly balanced, while Kika’s was dangerously moreish after just one sip. The drinks menu has some weird and wonderful creations (Mutt’s Nuts, anyone?), making a welcome change from the usual cocktail list of mojitos, espresso martinis, cosmopolitans blah blah blah.

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We spent most of the evening exchanging gossip, but I couldn’t help but notice the abundance of good looking men. The crowd was a bit cliquey but I’m sure if we’d stuck around in the bar for longer we would have made some new friends 😉 Soon however, our thoughts turned to hot dogs, and it was time to head to the seated area. I ordered a delicious-sounding Classic Yankee (spring onions, sauerkraut, Frenchies mustard & ketchup) while Kika went for the Brit Dog (Treacle bacon, mature beer cheddar, curried gherkins & English mustard).

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But when our plates arrived, my heart sank. The portions were TINY, I mean literally a child’s portion. My 18-month old nephew could have easily polished off my hot dog, it was that small. It tasted pretty yummy but there was not enough dressing and the meat had a weird, plasticky outer texture. Once you bit through that, it was delicious though. I finished my hot dog in about five minutes, and I’m a slow eater! Our triple cooked fries came in the tiniest little pot, the portion should have been at least twice as big. Dessert exceeded my expectations though, I didn’t expect much from a coffee & doughnut but the coffee was actually ice cream & I wolfed the doughnut down in no time.

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Dirty Bones is definitely worth a second visit, perhaps for a date night or with a group of close friends. I’m glad Ken High Street finally has a trendy new hang-out, but it’s missing something and here’s the thing. When you go to Tonteria, you know it’s Mexican before you’ve even made it to the bar. When you go to Byron, you know it’s all about hamburgers and milkshakes. When you go to Nando’s, you know it’s all about chicken. But even though Dirty Bones is all about hot dogs, the food was actually a bit disappointing. I can’t see myself coming back here for hot dogs even though it’s supposedly the unique selling point, making this just another cool bar. That’s perfectly fine and who doesn’t love a decent bar, but I think Dirty Bones would be so much stronger if it also made awesome hot dogs.

Last but not least, the loos. Nothing does my head in more than rubbish toilets at a decent establishment (take note, Ruski’s!). Clean, plenty of loo roll and no annoying lady trying to shove lollipops at you. Oh and the coolest hand dryer I’ve seen outside of Switzerland.

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Service was good but I suspect our friendly waitress Kris needs a bit more practice. Kika ordered her hot dog with no bacon but it came covered in the stuff, she was also told there were no hot drinks but a cursory look at the menu showed there was coffee and our dessert wasn’t added to the bill (okay I’m not complaining about that!).

Bill for two

Top Dog  – £9

101 Dalmations – £9

Classic Yankee – £6.50

Brit Dog – £7.50

Triple Cooked Fries – £3

Coffee & Doughnut – £5

Service (restaurant only): 12.5%

Total: £47.73

Opening hours: Tues – Sat (12 – 3pm) for hot dog stand & 6 – 12:30pm for the restaurant/bar

Verdict: 3.5 / 5 stars. Definitely worth a return visit for drinks.

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Jemima Khan and Russell Brand sitting in a tree…

….K-I-S-S-I-N-G. No, it’s not one of Russell Brand’s sick jokes. The man has pulled off the impossible – he has pulled Jemima Khan. I was pretty speechless when I saw pictures of them canoodling in the Daily Mail, all I could splutter was: ‘Huh!?! Jemima…what are you thinking?!”

My guess is that she’s not thinking (at least not with her brain). Despite his hobo appearance, Russell has managed to bed supermodel Kate Moss and popstar Katy Perry so he must talk a good game. But Jemima Khan is one hell of a catch.

Once upon a time this classy lady was married to philanthropist, politician and world-famous sportsman (not to mention damn sexy even in his sixties) Imran Khan. Now she’s holding hands with sex addict Russell Brand.

From this…

Imran Khan HOT

To this!

Russell Brand NOT!

I’ve spotted Jemima outside my local Kensington & Chelsea pub, The Scarsdale, and she really is absolutely classically gorgeous in the flesh. Jemima, when Russell dumps you & starts talking $hit about you in his next comedy routine, let’s go for a drink in The Scarsdale and have a wee chat about the do’s and dont’s of dating over a glass of vino. Do date Imran Khan. Do date Hugh Grant. But please, for the love of womankind, don’t date Russell Brand. 

The perfect pink nail polish – OPI Bubble Bath

I have spent years trying to find the perfect pink nail polish, and have been let down more times than I care to remember but I have finally found The One! After years of experimenting with numerous shades of Essie/China Glaze/Chanel etc… I stumbled upon OPI’s Bubble Bath.

A glossy pink that works best with a tan, it’s perfect for work meetings, first dates (when you don’t know if he thinks red is sensuous or just plain slutty) and mid-week supper with your mother. Plus, I find OPI is pretty chip resistant even after a trip to the pool or a night out at Tonteria that ends at 5am the next day in Vingt-Quatre. This Saturday night, I have no idea what outfit I’m wearing or even where we’re going (suggestions?) but I do know what I’m wearing on my nails 😉

You can browse the entire OPI range of over 240 shades at Colourcopia in Westfield Shopping Centre in Shepherd’s Bush. I’m not exactly the biggest fan of Westfield but this store is like crack for nail polish addicts. You find yourself wandering in in a daze, enthralled by the bright lights and dizzying array of nail polishes.

Ciao ciao x

OPI Bubble BathColourcopia Westfield Shopping Centre

Putin disses Chelsea, stop. Just stop!

This week’s OMG! moment of the week is a no-brainer. Vladimir Putin is no stranger to talking controversy but at the G20 Summit he just talked crap. Putin apparently dismissed the UK as a “small island no one pays attention to apart from the Russia oligarchs who bought up Chelsea.”

Let’s just say Putin is right, just for a moment. What does that say about Russia if its richest folk would rather live on the other side of Europe in Chelsea? My Russian friends in London are desperate to extend their visas because Moscow simply isn’t safe enough.

Take Nikita, his father is a successful businessman in Russia. His family live in Moscow but he dreads returning home for the holidays because he can’t go anywhere without a bodyguard for fear of being kidnapped and held to ransom. His parents would rather fork out for a flat in Chelsea and put thousands of miles between them, just to keep him safe.

Putin hounded the artist Konstantin Altunis who portrayed him unfavourably in the below painting (figure on the left) and drove him out of the country after seizing his work, but perhaps he  should be more worried about how he portrays himself on the global stage.

The more Putin slams the UK, the more he reeks of jealousy.

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Another one bites the dust! Superdrug on High Street Kensington closes; Morrisons rears its lurid yellow head

I don’t know why I’m even surprised anymore but here goes..Superdrug on High Street Kensington has shut its doors and guess what? The hastily taped up sign on the glass door reads: ‘We’ve now closed…but don’t worry, your nearest Superdrug is…Westfield White City.’ Quelle surprise.
 
High Street Kensington has become a victim of neighbouring Westfield’s success since its opening in 2008. I’m all for embracing a bit of competition but the indomitable spirit of Westfield is crushing the soul of High Street Kensington. Shop after shop has a closing sale and abruptly closes its doors with a limp goodbye (except for that cheap-looking Italian suit shop which permanently had a sale and took years to die).
 
On a rather more alarming note, Morrisons has opened a store at the other end of the high street. Call me a snob but I really don’t need to see that lurid, bright yellow sign in my field of vision when tucking into my lunchtime salmon sashimi at neighbouring restaurant Hare & Tortoise.
 
 
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Apart from anything, does the high street really need another supermarket? We already have Whole Foods, Waitrose, M&S, Sainsbury’s, and Tesco. How many more  do we need? I fear Lidl and Aldi might be the next to surface, a scary thought. I’m all for discount shopping in someone else’s neighbourhood…
 
I’ll be sad to see Superdrug go. I’m a Boots girl at heart, but there was always something about Superdrug that reminded me of my carefree teenage years experimenting with hair dye and henna. RIP Superdrug High Street Kensington.
 
 
RIP Superdrug High St Kensington