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Hey bunny love , i heard some great things about your bakery so i decided to come and try too , i would like a butter tart with a milkshake please oh and make it nice and sweet with lando norris (💗)

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if you want your own order! check out the original post and i can bake somethin' up for ya! thank you for those lovely request!! did you know that butter tarts are actually from the region of canada i'm from!

additional message from sender: Hey bunny love HELP you see the order that i’ve done i forgot to clarify that i need it in a best friend inexperienced reader x lando , SORRY AGAIN (💗)

butter tart ("let's ruin ourselves for anyone else.") + milkshake (size kink) served by lando norris (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, inexperienced!reader, size difference/kink, friends-to-lovers, missionary, romantic/mushy, gentle sex, marriage pact

you and lando had a deal. by the time you hit twenty-five you two would get married. the two of you had been lifelong friends and at the time thought that no one would actually want to date you two.

so the pact was made.

you had honestly forgotten about it years later. it was a pact you made when you were both dumb teenagers and lando's career as a racer hadn't taken off. by this point you had expected him to find some super hot model to date. not the best friend he's had for years!

until after you twenty-fifth birthday you received a text message.

it simply said, "will be home in a few days, where did you want to have our first date?" and before you could question him about what the hell he was talking about. you remembered his boyish smile when you linked pinkies with him.

lando was beyond relieved to see you. you picked him up from the airport and drove him back to your flat. you had laughed as you merged onto the highway.

"so a date, huh?"

"well, yeah. i mean i wasn't going to show up with a ring!" he laughed, "did you forget or something?" he almost seemed a little hurt.

"no, no." you said, "i just thought you would've found someone else by now! i mean you're surrounded by pretty girls all day."

he shrugged, "yeah, yeah. but none of them are you. i was honestly worried that you would've found someone too! i mean i can't date you if you're already with someone." he laughed once more.

being on a date with him was like hanging out with him in your youth. expect every time he wanted to kiss you, he asked. and when he kissed you. you felt a spark in your gut.

you were just at a local pub you had always gone to. there was no need for fancy first dates. eventually lando had his arm around you while you sat in the booth and the two of you watched the football game.

when you were teens you were especially into it. but over time he made you cheer for the team he cheered for. in exchange you forced him to like your favourite cheesy movie. (which he would admit now, wasn't that terrible!).

"I want to keep kissing you." he said honestly in your ear.

you picked up a fry and fed it to him. when he swallowed it, you turned to kiss him on the lips, "you don't have to ask me, norris. i've seen every mole on your ass."

he laughed and leaned in for another kiss. but before he did, he said, "i want to be a gentleman."

that sentiment lasted all the way to the bedroom. you had wished you had tidied up a little bit more of your bedroom, but you might have just been over thinking everything as you took off your t-shirt.

"lando... please be gentle, it's been like a million years since i last had sex." you admitted as you played with the t-shirt between your fingers nervously.

he looked at you with a curious glance, "who was the last person you slept with? when did this happen?" there was a small curl of jealousy in his gut.

you replied, "i mean like, not since the one, one-night stand i had in my first year of uni... since then it's been a dry spell."

he nodded, he understood. but part of him really wanted to be your first time. but hey, he had an entire lifetime to make up for it! he noticed how you gazed at him when he took his shirt off. "like what you see?"

you chuckled, "yes. you've always been handsome, lando. too handsome for me!"

he shook his head and took off his belt, "no. just handsome enough for you." then pulled down his shorts before he got into bed with you, pulling you down onto the floral printed covers next to him.

he looked nice in just a pair of black briefs. you couldn't believe this was really happening. to have your legs tangled up in his, his lips on yours. hands roaming each other's bodies.

it was something that would've made sixteen year old you blush.

"wait, wait.' he said, "give me a second." then got out of bed, he left the bedroom to go to the living room where all of his belongings still there. he came back with the shiny foil of a condom. he beamed at you, "have to play it safe." before he climbed back into bed with you.

he loved the sight of you. you were so pretty, ever since you two were younger. he always thought you were the prettiest girl at school, even if you didn't believe it. now, he'd just have to tell you every day how pretty you were.

he got his briefs off and the condom on before he put you on your back and got between your legs. he knelt between them with his cock at full attention. he admired the sight of you.

"i can't believe you kept true to your word." you chuckled and rubbed your face as if to wipe the blush off.

he smiled at you, "why wouldn't i? i made a promise." he leaned in towards you and kissed you on the cheek, "i was practically counting down the days. it was hard to keep it all inside, not when i was constantly thinking about you."

"i hate that i'm inexperienced."

"don't care. i have a whole life time to show learn everything with you." his voice was tinged with romance and you felt what you could only describe as love bloom in your chest.

you always had feelings for him, and see them returned made you only feel hot in the face. he kissed at those same cheeks and palmed your breasts.

"someone's into those." you chuckled.

"i always thought they were so pretty." he said almost breathless, "in those stupid dresses you wore in university. remember when i threw my hoodie over you, it was because i didn't want anyone else looking at you."

you remembered them, you were trying something new at the time. and those dresses really made you breasts noticeable. you chuckled, "god, i remember that. or that time you took off your rain jacket and zipped it up to my chin."

"i just thought you were so painfully pretty." he took his cock and rubbed it up against your wet pussy. he used to have dreams about it. he always wanted to sink himself into you and just fuck your sweet cunt.

you held onto the covers under you as you tensed for a moment in anticipation for lando's cock. you held you breath as he slowly sank in. you let out a sharp noise and lando eased your mind with kisses on your lips.

"that's it." he praised with sweetness on his tongue. he thought you looked so beautiful under him, like you always belonged there, "are you okay?" he asked.

you nodded, "yeah, i'm doing great. just... not used to it." you took a deep breath.

lando held onto you and said softly, "don't worry, i'll go gentle. don't want to hurt my wife on the first try."

you looked at him and chuckled, "and what if i'm not marriage material in a year?"

lando shook his head, "i don't wanna hear it." then sealed it with a kiss as he used your hips to rub your against his cock. the movements were small, but slowly building up in a decent peace. he wanted to make sure that he didn't hurt you.

you held his face and continued to kiss him. when he eventually pulled away, you were both soon panting. he rutted up into you and moved your hips at a similar pace. he loved that your expression was starting to change to one filled with pleasure.

he thought you were beautiful even then.

"i've thought about this for years. i always wondered what you'd look like under me, or on top, or anywhere really. i just dreamt about having you."

"you could've asked me out sooner, norris." you smiled at him. you felt a swell in your chest.

lando blushed a little and replied, "i couldn't find the words. but then when i remembered, i knew i had to jump at the chance to have you."

you wrapped your arms and legs around him and said, "well mister lando norris, you have me. now and forever."

he broke out into a grin, it was so cheesy. even though he had his cock inside of you. but he loved it. he loved you. he kissed you again before he started to thrust a little heavier.

the intimacy between you two was strong, but the actually movements were softer. lando's lips felt so nice against your neck and along your jaw. every kiss felt like worship.

his hands explored your sides, almost making you giggle loudly. you could hear your heartbeat in your ears from the pleasure in your veins.

the bed creaked under your movements. you felt the lust warm in your gut. you clutched onto his shoulders as he kept his steady pace. you panted heavily, "i'm close, fuck, lando. i'm close!"

"i know, i know. me too." he groaned as he moved. he was so big compared to you. and you felt so small, but in a good way. he was just perfect for you and you were for him.

you always felt protected by him.

you two kissed once more and you moaned into the kiss. he was panting through his nose as he pressed his cock into you as deep as it would go.

you tensed up around him and his cock twitched inside of you. and together you both came, pressed against on another as orgasm gripped you.

it felt so good.

you could get used to this. the movements slowed to a stop and you broke the kiss to catch your breath. you panted heavily as you tried to pull yourself together.

"so good." he laid on top of you for a moment, embracing your warmth below him. you wrapped your arms around him tightly and kissed his sweaty temple.

you both laid there. it felt nice. maybe you wouldn't mind keeping to the marriage pact you made when you were a teen. it wouldn't be bad to be married to your best friend.

he yawned before he moved off of you, "i gotta get you a nice ring. something as beautiful as you."

-

you didn't get married at twenty-five. it would take about three years before you had your special day.

his fingers interlocked with yours and he held them up towards the stream of morning light through the window. "you know." he said, "i used to write your name with my last name when we were kids."

you chuckled and looked to him, "the crush was that big."

he nodded, "yeah, i mean, you ruined all other girls for me. but i'm glad. let's ruin ourselves for anyone else anyway." he laughed before he threw an arm around you and kissed you deeply.

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Date You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: Rafe wants everything for their first date to be perfect, but unfortunately, it isn't.

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They were going to go for Mexican food on Friday night, but unfortunately, Y/N got sick and lost her voice. It disappointed Rafe greatly to have to postpone the date, but at least now he can make it absolutely perfect. The Mexican place he wanted to take her to is now closed for a private event, so he had to rethink his plan. He thought it would be the perfect opportunity to go to the most exclusive restaurant in town. He planned everything down to a t. It was the type of place with a pre-determined menu, so he had to make sure that the menu they had the night of their date was something Y/N would like. He made sure they shipped in the drink she liked. He made sure that he got her the perfect pre-date gift. She wasn’t the biggest fan of flowers, so he got her some of her favourite stationery she likes to use for her notes. This date was going to be perfect and he was going to make sure of that. 

——

The first thing that goes wrong is the restaurant reservation. “I’m sorry Mr. Cameron, but in our system, it says that your reservation is at eight,” the hostess apologizes, looking up from the screen. Rafe shakes his head, “No, no, no. That’s not right. I said seven. I confirmed with whoever I was on the call with that it was at seven. What are we supposed to do until we get a table?” Before the hostess can answer, Y/N steps in to help ease the situation. “It’s okay, Rafe. We can go back to your car and listen to some music. I have this great song that I think you would like.” She takes his hand and they head to his car to do as she suggests with him grumbling under his breath at the stupid person he was on call with. The next thing that spoils his evening is the menu being changed at the last minute. “And the entrée for tonight is a braised duck accompanied by a peanut sauce,” the waiter announces while pouring their wine. 

Rafe’s fist clenches in anger. He specifically told the restaurant he needed to know about menu changes because of her allergies. Now, it makes him look incompetent to Y/N because she told him about her allergies. “Oh, I’m allergic to peanuts. Is there any way to not get the sauce on it,” she politely asks. The waiter gives a tight-lipped smile and shakes his head, “I’m afraid not, Miss. The chef doesn’t like when the meals are altered in any way.” “That is stupid, so you are telling me that my date can’t eat anything because your chef doesn’t want to have his feelings hurt,” Rafe argues, boring his eyes into the man. Y/N smiles at the waiter, “It’s okay. Is there any way we can get the check, please?” The waiter nods and heads to get their check for the drinks printed out.

She turns to Rafe with a smile, “It’s okay, Rafe. We can just go to the campus pub. We can share the nachos.” He wants to argue with her that he can fix this and with the chef that he needs to get rid of the nut sauce for Y/N. Yet, something in him tells him to do as she suggested. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted this night to be perfect for you, Angel. And everything seems to be going wrong,” he tells her, putting his hand in hers. She shakes his head, “I know you do, but I promise, it will still be perfect if we go to the pub. Honestly, I like greasy nachos way more than braised duck.” This calms his nerves a little and he pays the bill so they can leave.

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The pub is busy. Probably because of the hockey game playing on the TVs, but Y/N and Rafe get a table in the back corner. It’s more cozy and warm than the stuffy and cold exclusive restaurant. The date is going absolutely amazing. They’ve shared so much food. A burger. Nachos. Wings. Fries. They completely indulged themselves in not only food but also conversation. There is never a moment of silence and laughter fills the air. Rafe has to admit that this has been the perfect date. “I just wanted to say thank you for letting me date you, Angel,” he interrupts their conversation. He can’t help himself. He needs her to know how much this means to him because he thinks he found his soulmate. She leans in to give him a kiss and pulls away, “No need to thank me. You found me and I promised I would. But this has been an amazing date. I love it.” He has kissed a lot of people before, but he’s never kissed anyone who's built a fire in his stomach. It tells him what he needs to say next. 

“I know it’s early, but will you be my girlfriend?” he inquires, begging the universe that she won’t say no. She grins at his nervousness, letting him be on edge for a second. When it looks like he is about to cry, she saves him from his panic. Her arms wrap around his neck, “Of course, I would love to!” They pull away from the hug to turn it into a kiss. Once they pull away, Rafe takes a napkin and looks around for a pen. “Here,” she offers, handing him one from her purse. She is so curious about what he is going to write. She watches as he writes down numbers for a list and then writes Rules To Be Rafe’s Girlfriend at the top of the napkin. Boy, does she not know what she got herself into. 

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You know what concept doesn’t get explored enough in Dreamling fic? Dream teaching Hob how to read. Like, I’ve seen one or two off mentions of it in canon adjacent fic, but nothing that really gives focus to that idea, y’know? And while I think it would be fun in canon, I’m gonna go au real quick.

So Hob as one of those kids unfortunately left behind. Probably a combination of living in poverty and his undiagnosed adhd. And he’s definitely way too embarrassed by this to actually ask anyone to teach him. So now he’s an adult who doesn’t know much more than his own name and his numbers. And while that probably wouldn’t be enough for most people to get by, what Hob DOES have are people skills. His ability to charm people and talk around them let’s him get through life well enough.

Then there’s Dream, mister wet cat himself. If he’s not an Author™️ then he’s definitely a voracious reader. But he has a personality of a damp paper bag. Like, even he has to admit his lack of social skills is actively hindering his life and relationships at this point. Probably add some autism for ✨flavor✨

But Dream does have moments where he’s too observant for his own good. Which is how he clocks that Hob avoids reading like the plague. (I’m envisioning Hob as a bartender at the pub Dream goes to to try and learn human behavior. But idk if he could avoid reading with that job.)

So Dream corners Hob and proposes a trade off: Dream will teach him how to read and Hob will teach him some social skills. Once Hob realizes he’s not being threatened (seriously, Dream really sucks at this talking to people thing) he hesitantly agrees. At least it’s less embarrassing if Dream also needs to be taught something? And it would be rather helpful…

Obviously during the course of their lessons they fall in love 🥰

This means so much to me!!!! I love it. The idea of Hob hiding the fact that he can't read is so heartbreaking but actually so real and its way more common than people imagine.

I also love the idea of Hob + Dream = One Normal Functioning Adult. That's my favourite thing, when they're each other's missing puzzle piece <3

I figure that Hob might have picked up a few words from around the environment of the bar. Like, each tap has a label on and he knows exactly which is which and he can technically read "Guiness" and "Wherry" and a few others, but they're not the most useful words. Anyways, Dream gets the idea that he'll keep using things around the pub to teach Hob to read: menus, newspapers, posters for old gigs, crisp packets. It's a good way for Hob to build confidence before Dream presents him with an actual book.

And similarly Hob uses the bar as a place to teach Dream about social skills. He coaches him through identifying body language and expressions, quizzing Dream on how he thought each customer might be feeling. Then he encourages three way conversations between him, Dream and regular customers. He gives Dream topics to focus on and gives him safe ways to get out of an interaction that he's not vibing with.

By the time Hob stumbles his way through his first novel, Dream is able to talk to a stranger about the weather without any issues. And they're both mutually crushing on each other so hard!! It only seems fitting that the pub which has been such a cornerstone for their friendship and some pretty awesome personal milestones, is also the place where they have their first date.

Hob reads love sonnets to Dream in a hushed undertone. And it's like the whole building sighs happily at the sights of them together <3

[chemical-killjoy]

Can you do Coffee Shop AU x Accidental kiss

With Y/N And Gerard Way?

Of course!! Sorry it took so long! It's been a hell of a month lol

Kisses and Coffee

Gerard x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Gerard and Y/N meet in a coffee shop, become friends and more after an accidental kiss

You had been coming to your favourite coffee shop for the last decade, and upon learning that it closed, you were on the hunt for a new one. This devastating news left you wandering around town for a while until you saw a cute little cafe you had never been too before. And there was something about it that just felt right.

You took a small two-person table by the window in the corner of the cafe and looked around. It shop was a light blue-grey with paintings of flowers and posters decorating the walls. The air smelt of coffee, toast and biscuits. There was a hum of noise as the cafe was, while small, pretty full, and it felt like a warm hug.

Once you saw the menu, you were sold. This had to be your new coffee place, I mean, they sold churros!! And ham and cheese croissants! In the same place? Insane in the best way. You ordered a mocha and muffin and were snuggled up with a book while waiting when a hand landed on your shoulder.

“Wow, you're early for a change!” The voice that greeted you was warm, but unfamiliar. You turned around to face the stranger, and the poor man's face dropped.

“I'm so sorry, you are not the person I thought you were,” he said slowly, standing awkwardly and putting his hands in his pockets.

“It's OK, happens all the time,” you lied, giving the man a small smile to put him at ease. He had kind eyes and smile, with an air about him that just made you feel comfort able. There was something about him that soothed you, despite the random introduction.

The man sat down at a table in the opposite corner, and as your food and coffee arrived, he waited for a person that never showed.

You were so engrossed in your book, that when you finished the last few pages, your coffee (what was left of it) was cold, and your muffin barely touched. You put the book down and took a minute to return to reality. You looked up to see the man from earlier checking his watch once again, sighing and looking down at the table. You knew that look well.

You walked over before you could stop yourself.

“Hi,” you started, unsure of yourself. “Mind if I join you?”

“Ah, sure! Doesn't seem like she's coming anyway.” The man replied.

“I thought I recognised that look. I'm sorry,” you said, looking away. “Hey, my name's Y/N.”

“Gerard. Nice to meet you.” Gerard held out a hand, which you took softly. There was a warmth to it that mad you smile.

You sat down, thinking of how to start A Conversation. How do people do that again? Luckily Gerard swooped in to end the awkward silence.

“What book are you reading? You seemed super engrossed in it?”

“Yeah? Sometimes I get carried away when I read, it's like I'm not really on Earth and I'm in the book, watching like a fly on the wall,” you laughed, “Sometimes I get so invested, I make faces and gasp out loud without realising I'm doing it.”

Gerard giggled. “You know you've got a good book on your hands when that happens. So what kind of stories are you into?” He asked, and you launched into a long and comfortable conversation, as though you'd both known each other for centuries.

It had been a few months since you first met, but you and Gerard would meet up every week, having your own miniature book club that eventually turned into exchanging CDs and long heart to hearts til the coffee shops closed and the pubs became quiet.

Over time you struggled to keep your feelings or the man at bay. He was kind and cuddly, but strong and brave, and you just admired him so much. It was hard to stay friends when you watched him talk and focused more on his lips than the words he was speaking.

And though you didn't know it, Gerard got more and more comfortable with you, and found himself falling as well. The small gestures became touches, a soft brush of the hand when passing you something, leaning his head on your shoulder in a booth when you're tired, hugs that last just a moment longer than intended, and the occasional kiss on the cheek when it had been a while. You were scared to think that maybe it was only in your mind that his lips lingered for a breath longer than a friend.

It was a cool night and you and Gerard were meeting up at a pub, as you'd been busy with work all day but you both needed some time away from it all, happily finding refuge in each other.

The pub was a warm and vibrant atmosphere, people laughing, mugs clinking, and staff weaving through the crowd, remarkably spilling nothing. You struggled to find Gerard in the crowd, but suddenly there was a hand on the small of your back. You turned around and the scowl on your face shifted to a smile.

“Gee! How are you!” You cried giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek... or what you intended to be a kiss on the cheek. Gerard had the same idea, and you both went in the same direction. Your lips collided in a short and quick peck that sent electricity through both of you, pulling away with wide eyes.

Gerard laughed. “Well, I'm good now,” he said with a flirting smirk, and you turned your head and blushed.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to-” you started, flustered.

“No no it's fine, I'm sorry, hey, how about we grab a seat?” Gerard stopped you.

You spent a few hours happily munching on hot chips and a burger, and sipping a cider while you chatted about anything and everything you could possibly think of, Gerard talking your ear off equally. By the time your food was gone and your drinks disappeared, the pub was nearly empty and a comfortable quiet came over you both.

Gerard looked at you.

“You know, you had nothing to apologise for, right?” Gerard asked, out of the blue.

“What do you mean?”

“When we kissed. I know it was an accident and all but you didn't need to apologise. I actually, um, I didn't mind it. I wouldn't mind it again.”

You looked away, cheeks heating up fast. When you didn't answer fast enough, Gerard tried to backtrack.

“'M sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, you know what, just forget I said it, it didn't happen and doesn't really matter anyway, I me-”

“Gee.” Was all you had to say to silence him.

You looked up at him with the Y/E/C eyes that he adored with all his heart. Even if your lips never touched his again, he decided he'd be content to just have your eyes stay on his for a few more moments. But you took him by surprise, putting you hand on his and then kissing his cheek. When you pulled away, you shyly bit your lip.

Gerard leant forward slowly, and kissed the skin where your cheek meets your lips, desperate to prove his point, lost for words, and terrified to scare you off. His lips stayed on your skin for a moment longer and you felt his breath on your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed, noses rubbing for a moment, before you both leaned in and kissed. It was magic. Not the extreme, passionate, thrilling heat. No. But soft. Calm. Warm. Like the safety coming home from a storm. The contentment of a good book. The joy and comfort of your favourite coffee shop.

The kiss ended and you both barely pulled away, soft smiles on your faces, light in your eyes, and quiet laughter drifting from you.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that,” Gerard said, hand still behind your neck.

“You have no idea how much I need you to do it again.”

And with that, your lips met. And would meet, again, again and again.

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One Club Row, London E1

Battered stuff, things in buns, strong drinks: a thrilling, retro ride. They will feed you, water you, give you a good time and make you feel carefree and cosseted

As a name, One Club Row sounds a bit like the title of a 1990s lads’ mag, but it’s actually a purposely shabby-chic room above a pub in Shoreditch that serves martinis, oysters and schnitzels in a heady, tipsy, twinkly atmosphere that itself may well remind you of the 1990s. Or at least it will if you were “on the scene” back then. These days, the 90s are synonymous with louche, raffish semi-pandemonium, mainly because today feels so saintly in comparison. No 90s restaurateur ever offered reclaimed spud peelings as a starter or a kombucha-led, alcohol-free drinks flight to spare your liver, complete with an earnest lecture on zero-waste hospitality. Puritanism was definitely out there back then, yes, though mainly only in The Cranks Recipe Book. But mindfulness? Not so much.

What One Club Row and similar London establishments such as the Devonshire in Piccadilly and the Plimsoll in Finsbury Park seem to offer, is a thrilling, retro glimpse of mindlessness. Battered stuff, things in buns, strong drinks – and the sense that, at any point, you might cop off with one of Shed Seven or Wendy from Transvision Vamp.

In that same spirit, the Knave of Clubs downstairs calls itself “a proper pub” where dogs are welcome and you can “have a pint and a packet of crisps”. There are bags of Tayto’s, scotch eggs and toasties on the bar menu, and Sunday roasts. On a side street behind the pub, One Club Row has its own separate, neon-signed door, a hole in a graffitied wall, that opens to a wooden staircase – think 1990s squat party – that leads up to a long room where, by 8pm, the party will already be in full swing. Elegantly, of course – this is not a bun fight – with rather sexily dim lighting, and a long bar where you can eat a plate of pickled jalapeño gougeres while sipping one of their four house martinis (club, classic, French or olive oil).

Obviously, if, like me, you remember the 90s from their original incarnation, by 8pm you may well be thinking: “Gosh, it’s a bit late”, and “Why is the font on this menu so faint?” and “Hang on, is this actually Les Trois Garçons?! I thought I’d been here before!” If that all sounds rather expertly staged, then thank owners James Dye and Benjy Leibowitz and chef Patrick Powell for that. It’s all very well creating a buzzy, laid-back, convivial vibe, but with Leibowitz on the floor, alongside general manager Niall Harte, things stay the right side of fancy.

Powell, meanwhile, has been one of my favourite chefs for quite some time, particularly at his former Michelin-starred Allegra in Stratford. Here, however, his menu is much more hearty than fussy or finickety. There are croquettes filled with lobster and ham, roast scallops in confit garlic butter and thick French onion soup topped with comté and gruyere.

We began with a round of those gougeres laced with cheese and sweet, spicy chilli, plus one of the chunky, crisp lobster croquettes, which dance a dainty line between an Antonin Carême classic and a Findus crispy pancake. A classic steak tartare with beef-dripping bread, dressed with crisp baby gem leaves, was really very delicious, as was a remarkably pretty tuna crudo, arranged artistically with teeny slices of pickled celery and draped over a rather funky blend of smoked aubergine, creme fraiche and lemon. Zingy, smoky, delightful.

Mains are marginally even less cheffy, and major on the likes of fishcakes, pasta, moules frites, meatballs, a ribeye with chipotle mayo to share, and so on. Hell, there’s even a burger, and they won’t even resent you for ordering it. This 250g grass-fed specimen, served almost rare, may not quite be the best fancy burger in London, but it’s certainly nothing to complain about, either. The accompanying sauce au poivre, however, was a little weak and drab in comparison. The fries – just fries, mercifully, rather than truffled or faffed with in any way – come separately, with a little bowl of aïoli. A whopping pork schnitzel in a sauce moutarde with added gorgonzola was a feisty combination and, considering its size, felt a bit of a challenge.

For dessert we shared a Dutch baby with chantilly, blueberries and optional smoked bacon. What is a Dutch baby, you may ask – well, it’s what those of us in this parish call a yorkshire pudding.

One Club Row isn’t fine dining by any means, and some things still need a little fine-tuning, but that isn’t really the point. They will feed you, water you, give you a good time and make you feel carefree and cosseted. And if that all sounds a bit old-fashioned, then the future suddenly feels a whole lot brighter.

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[hells-lady-v]

Devil's Desire - Chapter 1

Hello, this is my first time writing any sort of fanfic, but Hazbin is my obsession at the moment!

Short chapters - following a young demon woman on her road to becoming an overlord. It's a slow burn that involves Lucifer, Valentino, Vox and Velvette (for the moment).

No Trigger Warnings yet - but this is for +18 readers!

Chapter 1 - The Goat’s Hoof

Your life was as comfortable as one could expect when you lived in hell. In life you had often wondered what the afterlife was actually like. Would you be tortured for all eternity by the things you feared most? Or would it involve pulling limbs off, killing you over and over again until you begged for the darkness of death and being cruelly denied peace? Maybe it was once like that, or maybe it was like that just in a different circle to where you had ended up. Either way, you were sure of one thing, you didn’t want to be a victim. Not again. 

You owned a modest apartment and worked in the local pub across the street. It was a quiet part of the day, but the patrons made you laugh, they were kind and made your job bearable. Friday’s were pub quiz nights and Saturday was karaoke night - your personal favourite. When you started this job the pub was struggling to make ends meet, it was a shell of something that was once the social hot spot of town. You brought new ideas with you, as well as your skills with a cocktail shaker. The menu was transformed, you modernised the interior on a modest budget and before too long the bell above the door rang again - until it clattered to the floor from overuse. 

The Goat’s Hoof, was once again the place to meet your friends, make new ones and embarrass yourself with your awkward renditions of Whitney Houston songs. You had turned the business on its head and for the first time in months it was turning a profit. 

“I don’t know how we can ever repay you for what you’ve done for us. You’ve saved our pub from ruin!” The Landlady gushed, unable to control her excitement at her modest, family business bursting at the seams. You rolled your eyes as you lifted a tray of pints and walked over to a table. It had been a few weeks since the pub began picking up and she hadn’t stopped thanking you since. It was nice that your hard work had been appreciated. You promised that you’d let her know if you ever needed to cash in the favour and hoped she’d calm down. 

One quiet afternoon, you fixed your white hair around your grey curled horns and checked your makeup in the large floor to ceiling mirror behind the bar. Your light grey skin made your green eyes glow hauntingly bright. There were a few businessmen in the bar enjoying a quick bite to eat over a pint, and a couple of the local drunks hunched in corners or over the bar, but apart from that it was a quiet afternoon. These were the times when you could catch up on the cleaning and order supplies for the weekend. 

You paid no mind as the door opened and closed and a short man in a white suit and top hat took up a stool at the end of the bar. He looked around, clearly excited by his new surroundings. As you moved around the bar to face him, your mouth dropped and the cloth in your hand fell to the floor. It couldn’t have been him. No. Absolutely not. 

“Hi!” The man that looked like the King of Hell chirped happily. “Pint of your finest, please!” 

You gulped hard and nodded, rushing to pour him the most perfect pint you had ever pulled. If this really was Lucifer you needed to be sure everything was nothing less than perfect. 

“Here you go Sir,” you said with a shake in your voice. You wanted to ask him if he was who you thought he was, but what if he took offence that you didn’t recognise him on sight? What if he’d kill you? Should you just assume? If so, what should you call him? 

A hand waved under your face and you looked up at the man sitting before you, his blonde hair poking out from under his hat. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, clearly wanting to keep his voice down and not draw attention to the crisis you were clearly having. 

“Are you…” You paused. “Erm…Do you…” How in Lucifer’s name were you meant to ask if he was Lucifer? 

“Yes!” He chirped, a broad smile across his face. “I am!” He laughed deeply as your panic turned to confusion. He leaned over the bar, put a hand close to his mouth and whispered, “It’s not my first day as King.” 

“Right…of course, I’m sorry your…Majesty…?” 

His smile faded slightly to one you would describe as sweet - if it weren’t attached to Lucifer’s face. “Lucifer is just fine.” He finally said. He took a long drink of his pint and burped quietly. “That’s good stuff!” 

“Thank you - it’s actually our house lager, we brew it in the basement, it’s quite popular.” The more you rambled on, the quieter your voice got as you watched his smile slowly spread across his entire face once more. His eyes sparkled like diamonds and you felt yourself get lost in them. 

“There’s a brewery beneath us?” He asked quietly, excitement building. “Can I see it?” 

“Oh! O-of course…Lucifer,” you hesitated to say his name, it felt too familiar, too comfortable…he was the King of Hell for Christ sake! You jumped when you noticed he was staring at you expectedly and you realised he wanted to see it immediately. You quickly led the way to the basement door and opened it for him. He chuckled at you and held the door open, making sure you went before him. ‘What a gentleman.’ You thought to yourself, ignoring the fluttering of your heart. 

The basement was not glamorous at all and why should it be? It was a brewery after all. Wooden casks were scattered around the room, and the floor was sticky from years of lager dripping onto it and not being cleaned. 

“Wow! Look at this!” Lucifer exclaimed. Had he never seen a brewery before? You watched as he moved around the room, practically in awe at everything he laid eyes on. “This is amazing…I wish I had a brewery…” his pouty frown turned into a cheeky smirk. It was almost as if he remembered he was the King of Hell and could create literally anything with the power he possessed. 

You couldn’t help but smile at this adorable man acting like a child in a candy shop. He was nothing like you had imagined, you’d always assumed he would be cold, full of hatred and cruel. You were pleasantly surprised and happy that you were wrong, he seemed kind and genuine - nothing like the stories you were told growing up. 

As you watched him, you felt yourself slipping in a blissful daydream, imagining what he would be like to spend time with, to be a friend, maybe someone he went to the pub with. In your dreaming, you hadn’t noticed that he was staring at you, standing right in front of you and waiting. 

“Oh, shit!” You exclaimed, jumping back a few steps. “I’m so sorry! I was daydreaming, I-” a gentle finger pressed against your lips, stopping you in your tracks. 

“Don’t be sorry, I have that effect on women…” He said cheekily, giving you a wink. He bowed gracefully and tapped his cane on the floor. “Thank you, my dear lady, for giving me a tour of your charming pub.” He took a hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. “I hope to visit you again one day.”

“That would be���thank you…” you were flustered, the King had just kissed the back of your hand…and placed a finger on your lips. You waved as he vanished in a cloud of red smoke, leaving you alone in the basement.

As you wiped the bar clean, you were lost in your own thoughts. Such a powerful being, you wished you could turn people to rambling buffoons with just a smile, you imagined what that level of power would feel like. Would your fingers tingle? Would it feel heavy on your soul? As you tried to think of possible answers, the landlady slammed a crate of bottles down next to you, making you jump a foot in the air and shriek. 

“What in Hell’s name has gotten you so distracted?” She asked with a laugh. “That’s not like you at all, are you feeling well?” 

You were getting ready for the Friday night rush, the pub was empty as the furniture was rearranged and a dance floor was laid out in the middle of the room. Rumours of Lucifer’s visit earlier in the day had spread like wildfire and the crowd outside was the biggest you had ever seen. 

Your eyes widened as you suddenly realised what you wanted as payment for making this business work. You turned to your boss and smirked. “Bren,” you said matter of factly, “I know what I want from you…and your husband.”

“Oh? What is that dear? Anything, for saving our livelihood.” 

That’s exactly what you wanted to hear. 

“I want twenty percent of the business…” you started, picking at the dirt under your nails.  “And your souls.” 

Silence.

For the longest time, there was silence. 

You watched your boss straighten her shoulders and hold her hand out before you. It was obvious what was going through her mind at that exact moment. You had saved this pub from the brink of extinction, what was to stop you from undoing what you had done? “You have a deal, Vida.” 

Green smoke surrounded you as your hand clasped Bren’s. A roll of parchment slowly appeared above you and green electricity surged around the parchment, burning the deal onto the surface like ink and sealing the deal. 

Your face twisted into a devilish smirk as the power of owning just two souls intoxicated your senses. Is this what cocaine felt like?  

Chapter 2 - Making a Mess ?

[katy-books]

I'm not having Christmas dinner this year.

I'm not into Christmas, but Christmas dinner is another matter. I love food. It genuinely brings me joy. I'm also vegetarian, and the only time I can get a fake meat joint is Christmas, so it's a pretty big deal. Sainsbury's are bringing back their fake gammon, so it was all planned out. Alternating slices of Sainsbury's fake turkey and the fake gammon, Richmond fake back bacon wrapped around M&S Plant Kitchen Posh Dogs, roast potatoes and fried carrot ribbons with Bisto gravy and homemade apple sauce from the tree in our garden. All my favourites. It was going to be perfect 😋.

I'm a little late to discover apparently that, back in October, M&S decimated their Plant Kitchen range. For the last few months, whenever I visited, the section was tiny and then it vanished. I asked and they said everything was now mixed together. Is utter confusion supposed to be good for business??? It took both myself and the shop assistant to find the single stack of vegan sausages among the entire isle of meat ones. They weren't the Posh Dogs, but this was a month ago and I thought I could just check another M&S. I went into two other stores and no Posh Dogs. If our shih tzu hadn't been ill we'd have gone to Scarborough (a nearly two hour drive away) looking for them by now. Today I decided to just order them online. They've gone. They no longer exist. Then I looked up their amazing fake pepperoni pizza. It no longer exists. Then I found the articles about what M&S had done. They had one of the most popular vegan ranges in the country, but they discontinued most of it and mixed what was left among everything else. I no longer have any reason to walk through their doors and I'm not having Christmas dinner. It was the only part of Christmas left that I enjoyed so if it's not right it's not worth fucking about with.

It's easy for meat eaters. They can eat what they want all the time. Vegans and Veggies get one Sunday roast style meal a year, and fake meat varies A LOT, so when we find something that's just right it's important. Since finding my favourite vegan/veggie versions of my formerly favourite meat products, I haven't missed meat at all. Not once. It's been four years, and today I miss meat. I miss just being able to walk into a shop and buy delicious food without checking for a V or a Ve on the packet. I miss not having to ask at cafes and bakeries where nothing is labeled. I miss eating in a pub and being able to choose from the entire menu. I miss not having to see the uncomfortable looks I get if I have to tell someone I can't eat food they're offering me. I miss spam and battered cod. I can't ever eat meat or fish again, but I'm sick of things being complicated. I shouldn't be considering a nearly two hour drive for sausages and pepperoni pizza. Guess I'll just have to stop caring about food. Tonight was going to be my favourite veggie burger with a Dairylea cheese slice, mustard and ketchup in a tiger bread bun. Now it's a plain cheese sandwich and crisps, because good food makes me feel sick when I'm annoyed or upset 😒.

Unless any shops suddenly start doing fake bratwurst, fuck Christmas. And I'll still be pissed off about the pizza. Enjoy your pepperoni meat eaters because I sure as hell can't 🙄.

[laurawriteberry]

Investigation

Stacy sat in the small room with her partner, John, trying to figure out what they were missing.

It was a simple enough case. On the surface, everything fit neatly into a set narrative. But both her and John couldn't shake the feeling it was too neatly. They'd looked down every obvious avenue, then down the alternatives, including crazy conspiracies or the seemingly impossible scenarios, but the perpetrator had thought of everything.

Nearly everything, Stacy corrected in her head, determined to catch them out.

What had they missed? Some tiny, insignificant detail they were hoping she wouldn't find. Something so inconsequential, so in her face, they'd laugh at her and mock her for not noticing it. She looked outside the box, inside the box, turned it upside and shook it, but nothing.

"What are we missing?" asked John.

He kept asking it, as if that would make the answer reveal itself. But with all the paper scattered around and the potential theories on a cork board, nothing new materialised. Just the same things, plastered in front of their faces, mocking them.

"Maybe we need a break."

John whipped his head round to look at her. "We're in the middle of an important investigation!"

"And yet, we haven't found the answer. We haven't got anything. They're closing the case in four days. If we don't take a break and come back to it with fresh eyes, we won't find anything new."

He sighed, but reluctantly agreed. The pair put on their coats and headed out for a bite to eat. They hadn't eaten in a while, their stomachs growling loudly. But instead of popping into their local supermarket and eating in that confined room, Stacy went further along the high street to a local café she adored visiting, especially when she was faced with a difficult case. John raised an eyebrow, almost questioning where they were going, but seeing her smiling, he decided against it. If anything could bring her joy in this frustrating situation, it had to be worth it.

"Well well well, if it wasn't my favourite inspector!" exclaimed Alan as she walked through the doors, hearing the bell tinkle above their heads.

Stacy smiled as he hugged her, then led them to her favourite table. A spot towards the back that overlooked the other customers and allowed her a bit of privacy. She handed John a menu, then turned her gaze towards the window, trying to see if any of the regulars were in.

"You come here often?" he asked.

"Mm. Whenever I'm stuck or need a break. This is my favourite spot to come to, outside of the pub."

"So, what's good here?"

"Everything, but the soup or the lamb chops are spectacular."

"Right, well, I'll have that then." Stacy turned her attention back to John, who hadn't been there long and had transferred from a different branch, but who had fast become her favourite partner to date. His methods were different to hers, preferring logic and taking his time over impulsive decisions and gut feelings, but they trusted each other and seemed in sync, which is more than she could say for others.

"A good meal will help, trust me."

John didn't seem as convinced, but she could see the bags under his eyes and knew a hearty meal was something they both needed. For nourishment just as much for a break and a chance to breathe again.

Hopefully, it would lead to a breakthrough, or something. Desperation was never a good look, especially for her. But she'd also never been one to give up that easily, and her determination and stubbornness would lead to something. She was sure of it. She had to be, because what was the alternative? Leave it as an unsolved case? Wait for some true crime person to solve it twenty years from now? Let a biased narrative play out because the perpetrator had done the impossible?

She couldn't live with that. Justice would prevail. It had to. For her own sake.

[robertleechestateagents]

The Best Bluebell Walks in Surrey

Discovering a carpet of bluebells is a highlight of spring. We’re spoilt for choice for where to find them in Surrey, so we’ve chosen our favourite places to spot these beautiful flowers in and around the local area.

The Woodland Surrounding Outwood Common – recommended by Robert & Wendi Leech

Enjoy a refreshing, but easy walk through the cool and shady, ancient Hornecourt woodland that surrounds Outwood Common. It is owned by the National Trust and is part of the larger Harewood Estate. Here you’ll find pretty displays of delicate spring flowers – bluebells, primroses and wood anemones.

In need of refreshment? The Bell at Outwood is the perfect pitstop for a post walk beverage…

Ridlands Grove Limpsfield Chart near Oxted – recommended by Christine Taylor

This easy, child friendly walk, takes you around Ridlands Grove, which has a spectacular display of bluebells in the spring. There are also animal homes to view along the way, including Owl House, Fox Villa, Hedgehog Hall and Peter Rabbit’s Post Office, where you can even leave letters for Peter Rabbit.

In need of a refreshment? The Carpenters Arms, on Limpsfield Chart is the place to head after a stroll with its wonderful garden and sunny terrace.

Glovers Wood, Charlwood– recommended by Charlotte Simons

If you fancy a longer walk, Glover’s Wood, on the edge of Charlwood, is one of the largest areas of woodland in the Surrey Weald. The wood contains oak, hazel and birch trees and features historical relics including a medieval bank and ditch system. At this time of year, you may be one of the few people to witness some of the best hidden bluebell and wild garlic displays in Surrey.

In need of a refreshment? The Half Moon in Charlwood Village is the place for a pint and sandwich to revive aching legs!

Gatton Park, Reigate – recommended by Emma West

Many of us walk the chalk path along Reigate Hill towards Colley Hill, but not all of us go east from the car park to Gatton Park. Here there are 260 acres of beautiful historic parkland designed by Lancelot ‘Capability’ Brown, with Edwardian gardens.

In need of a refreshment? The Sportsman at Mogador is a firm favourite for walkers on this part of the North Downs.

Great Earls Wood, Oxted– recommended by Andy Wilkins

Close to Staffhurst Wood on the edges of Oxted you’ll find the ancient woodlands of Great and Little Earls Woods form the western extremity of a much larger expanse of woodland. Famed for a fantastic display of bluebells in spring Little Earls Wood to the north-west also has an area of old hornbeam coppice.

In need of a refreshment? The Royal Oak now The Grumpy Mole at Stuffhurst Wood is a wonderful country pub and does excellent food.

The Ancient Yew Tree, Crowhurst– recommended by Michelle Cheshire

A lovely walk along public footpaths stretching from Lingfield through to Crowhurst. Beautiful bluebells and snowdrops can be found along the route to this exquisite yew tree with its very own front door. Dating back circa 4000 years old this ancient tree is thought to be the oldest in England.

In need of a refreshment? The Redbarn on Tandridge Lane, Blindley Heath is a gastro pub in a 300-year old converted barn with an all day, seasonal menu.

This article originally published on Robert Leech Estate Agents blog.

[zzrestaurant]

ZZ Restaurant: Your Ultimate Dining Guide in the UK

Founded in 2022, ZZ Restaurant has quickly become the go-to platform for diners across the UK. Offering comprehensive details on restaurant locations, reservation options, and genuine reviews, it simplifies the process of finding the perfect dining spot, whether you’re planning a casual meal or a special occasion.

Inspired by the success of global travel platforms, ZZ Restaurant empowers users to make informed choices, thanks to insights from real dining experiences. With a growing database of contributions and recommendations, it connects food lovers to nearby culinary gems and hidden treasures alike. Whether you’re looking to book a table at a top-rated eatery or discover a cosy local spot, ZZ Restaurant makes it effortless to find your next favourite meal.

Our Mission at ZZ Restaurant

At ZZ Restaurant, our mission is simple yet impactful: to empower diners across the UK with the tools and insights they need to make informed dining decisions. We strive to create a seamless experience where users can explore, discover, and enjoy the finest restaurants, from bustling city hotspots to charming countryside eateries.

Through accurate information, genuine reviews, and user-friendly features, we aim to connect food lovers with unforgettable dining experiences. Whether you’re booking a table for a special celebration or looking for a quick bite nearby, ZZ Restaurant is here to guide you every step of the way, helping you uncover the perfect spot for any occasion.

Our Vision for ZZ Restaurant

At ZZ Restaurant, our vision is to redefine how people in the UK discover and enjoy dining experiences. We aspire to become the most trusted dining guide, where users can effortlessly find restaurants that match their tastes, preferences, and occasions.

We aim to build a platform that not only connects people to exceptional food but also celebrates the diversity of the UK’s culinary landscape. By harnessing technology, genuine reviews, and local insights, ZZ Restaurant envisions a future where dining out is always an exciting and stress-free adventure for everyone.

Our Values: Compassion at ZZ Restaurant

At ZZ Restaurant, compassion is at the heart of everything we do. We understand that dining is more than just food—it’s about creating moments, connections, and memories. That’s why we’re committed to providing a platform that truly cares for our users' needs, offering thoughtful recommendations and genuine support to ensure every dining experience is special.

We also extend this compassion to the restaurant community by showcasing their stories, cultures, and cuisines with respect and authenticity. Through a spirit of empathy and understanding, ZZ Restaurant aims to create an inclusive space where everyone feels valued and inspired to explore the rich world of dining.

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At ZZ Restaurant, we take pride in offering a variety of services tailored to meet the diverse needs of diners across the UK. Each service is designed to make your dining experience effortless, enjoyable, and truly memorable. Here’s how we can help:

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Exploring new places to eat has never been easier. ZZ Restaurant allows you to browse through a curated selection of restaurants across the UK, whether you’re looking for a quaint countryside pub or a Michelin-starred establishment.

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We provide detailed and up-to-date information on restaurants, including menus, locations, operating hours, and contact details. With ZZ Restaurant, you’ll have all the information you need to make the right dining decision.

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Making informed choices is simple with authentic reviews from diners who’ve experienced the venues first-hand. These reviews, combined with ratings, give you a clear picture of what to expect before you arrive.

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Avoid the hassle of waiting for a table by using our seamless reservation system. With just a few clicks, you can book your spot at your chosen restaurant, saving time and ensuring your plans go smoothly.

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Whether you’re in the mood for a cosy brunch or an elegant dinner, ZZ Restaurant provides tailored suggestions based on your preferences, ensuring every meal is exactly what you’re craving.

At ZZ Restaurant, our mission is to take the stress out of dining decisions, helping you discover and enjoy the UK’s vibrant culinary scene with ease.

Meet Our Team at ZZ Restaurant

At ZZ Restaurant, our dedicated team is the driving force behind our mission to simplify dining experiences across the UK. With a shared passion for food and exceptional service, our leaders bring expertise and vision to ensure that every user gets the best from our platform.

Elias Nguyen - CEO of ZZ Restaurant

Elias Nguyen serves as the CEO of ZZ Restaurant, bringing a wealth of expertise and leadership experience to the forefront of the dining industry. With a career spanning over 15 years across hospitality, digital innovation, and customer-focused services, Elias has been instrumental in shaping ZZ Restaurant into a trusted platform for dining enthusiasts across the UK.

Before founding ZZ Restaurant, Elias held key leadership roles in renowned hospitality and e-commerce companies, where he honed his ability to drive growth, foster innovation, and enhance customer experiences. His entrepreneurial vision and dedication to simplifying the dining journey have established ZZ Restaurant as a trailblazer in the UK’s dining scene.

Elias also believes in the power of community, using ZZ Restaurant not only as a tool for diners but also as a platform that supports local businesses and celebrates the diversity of the culinary landscape. Holding a Master’s degree in Business Administration and certifications in digital strategy, Elias is passionate about blending technology and human connection to create meaningful dining experiences.

Under Elias’ leadership, ZZ Restaurant continues to grow as a dynamic, user-focused platform, empowering diners with trusted information and innovative solutions to find the perfect dining spot.

Robin Nguyen - Content Manager

Robin Nguyen is the creative mind behind the rich and detailed content at ZZ Restaurant. From restaurant reviews to curated recommendations, Robin ensures that every piece of information is accurate, engaging, and useful. With a keen eye for detail and a passion for storytelling, Robin plays a key role in connecting users to the best dining experiences the UK has to offer.

At ZZ Restaurant, our team is united by a love for great food and a shared mission to make dining out an effortless and enjoyable experience for all.

Why Choose ZZ Restaurant?

At ZZ Restaurant, we believe dining should be more than just a meal—it should be an experience. Here’s why thousands of users across the UK choose us as their trusted dining guide:

Comprehensive Information at Your Fingertips

We provide everything you need to make informed decisions: detailed restaurant profiles, menus, opening hours, reviews, and more. Whether you’re planning a casual brunch or a formal dinner, you’ll have all the essential details in one place.

Authentic Reviews You Can Trust

Our platform features genuine, user-generated reviews from diners who have experienced the venues firsthand. These insights help you navigate the dining scene with confidence, knowing you’re making the best choice for your occasion.

Hassle-Free Reservations

Avoid disappointment by securing your table in advance through our simple and efficient booking system. ZZ Restaurant ensures your dining plans are stress-free from start to finish.

Personalised Recommendations

Our intelligent platform tailors suggestions based on your preferences, location, and occasion. Whether you’re in the mood for a hidden gem or a trendy hotspot, ZZ Restaurant guides you to the perfect place.

Supporting Local Businesses

We take pride in promoting local eateries, connecting diners with unique culinary experiences while supporting the UK’s diverse restaurant community.

A Platform Designed for You

At ZZ Restaurant, every feature is designed with your convenience in mind. Our intuitive interface ensures a seamless browsing and booking experience, making dining decisions easier than ever.

Choose ZZ Restaurant and enjoy a smarter, simpler way to discover and book unforgettable dining experiences.

Our Commitment at ZZ Restaurant

At ZZ Restaurant, we are deeply committed to providing an exceptional dining guide experience for every user. Our dedication goes beyond helping you find a place to eat; we focus on ensuring every meal you choose is memorable and hassle-free. Here’s what we’re committed to:

Excellence in Service

We prioritise accuracy, reliability, and ease of use. Our platform is designed to provide clear, up-to-date information, making your dining decisions quick and effortless.

Supporting the Community

Our commitment extends to the restaurant community. By showcasing a diverse range of eateries, we aim to support local businesses and celebrate the UK’s vibrant culinary culture.

Trustworthy Recommendations

We ensure every review and recommendation on our platform is authentic and unbiased, helping you make informed choices for every dining occasion.

Personalised Experiences

Your preferences matter to us. That’s why we offer customised suggestions tailored to your tastes, ensuring every dining experience is just right for you.

Sustainability and Responsibility

At ZZ Restaurant, we care about our impact. We are committed to promoting environmentally conscious practices and encouraging restaurants to adopt sustainable initiatives that benefit both people and the planet.

With ZZ Restaurant, our promise is to make dining simple, enjoyable, and accessible for everyone while supporting the people and places that bring food to life.

Our Promise to You

At ZZ Restaurant, we understand that dining is more than just eating—it’s about creating unforgettable moments. That’s why we’re dedicated to ensuring every interaction with our platform leaves you confident, satisfied, and inspired. Here’s what we promise to you:

Reliable Information

We promise to deliver accurate, up-to-date details on restaurants across the UK. From opening hours and menus to real diner reviews, you can trust us to provide everything you need to make informed dining decisions.

Seamless Booking Experience

We pledge to make booking a table as simple and convenient as possible. Our user-friendly reservation system ensures you’ll never miss out on dining at your chosen restaurant.

Honest Reviews

Transparency is at the core of our promise. All reviews on ZZ Restaurant come from real diners, giving you genuine insights to guide your choices.

Personalised Recommendations

We understand that every diner is unique. That’s why we promise to provide tailored suggestions based on your preferences, helping you discover new favourites with ease.

Commitment to Community

We promise to support the diverse culinary scene of the UK, highlighting local businesses and encouraging users to explore the vibrant range of dining options available.

With ZZ Restaurant, we’re here to make dining effortless, enjoyable, and rewarding every time. That’s our promise to you.

ZZ Restaurant is a UK dining guide founded in 2022, offering restaurant info on locations, reservations, and reviews, helping users find ideal dining spots easily. Website: https://zzrestaurant.org/

Address:  20 Booth St, Manchester M2 4AW, UK

Phone: (0161) 555-6368

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[benjaminsblog]

Past weekend

Saturday

I spent the day with Josh in London, our first stop being Gordon Ramsay’s Street Pizza restaurant in Battersea – we both effin’ love our pizza and were both ravenous by the time we sat down, and we chose GR because of its ‘bottomless pizza’ option – so it was a perfect storm!

The format was not one I’d experienced before – instead of picking a pizza from the menu and chowing down, the servers meander between the tables with whichever pizza just came out of the oven and hand you a slice. We quickly decided we liked this method because 1) it allowed us to try all the toppings, and 2) the brief waits between slices made for some good pace-making!

There were about 5 different pizzas doing the rounds, although besides pepperoni being the clear standout, I was rather underwhelmed by the others. Nevertheless, I kept putting away everything that was brought my way, keeping up with the eating machine sat opposite me. In fact, Josh was the first to blink and turn down a slice, at which point I took the opportunity to sneak ahead and claim a minor victory! He did end up demolishing 20 slices to my 16, but I was very pleased with my effort.

The F1 exhibition followed in the afternoon, which was slick and impressive. We were advised upon entry that 1h30 would be required to get the best out of our visit, but we both expected to be done before then. However, it must have been good, because we ended up staying there for nearly 2 hours! I wasn’t all that interested in reading everything on the walls, but the installations alone kept me occupied. Every single car they had on display was mesmerising to look at, but if I had to pick my favourite it would be the McLaren sporting #12 and an orangey-red colour!

Sunday

I saw Hannah in the evening, with the main reason for my visit being the pub quiz that she frequents with her friends. I have now attended the last three (they’re monthly) and fully merited my place in the side – on my first outing in a small team of 3 we managed to come third, and last month (with a full lineup) we won the whole shebang! To be honest, I don’t know why I didn’t blog about our famous victory at the time – we each had some inspired moments and beat the resident champions (who include pro quizzers among their ranks) for the team’s first ever win!

This month’s quiz was markedly harder than the previous ones, and we felt our reign as champs slowly fading round by round. We even joked we might be taking home the booby prize for coming stone-dead last, but as the answers were being read out, we started to suspect we might have done a little better than we first thought. The quizmaster named the 7 teams in reverse order, starting with a three-way tie for last place; once our name wasn’t read out, we breathed a sigh of relief and found ourselves on the precipice of another podium. It turned out that we somehow snaffled second place, finishing a solitary point behind the winners (them pro quizzers again)!

So that’s three quizzes and a medal of each colour, plus at least one MVP performance to boot! I am told that regular podium finishes have previously been beyond the team, so I feel happy that I helped get them further up the leaderboard. We were even down a player this weekend due to illness, so it is not inconceivable to think that another head could have provided the extra couple of points to nab a second win – those pesky pro quizzers better watch out…

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The Perfect Pub Burger - King James Royston Pub

It's where the Perfect pub burger was created: behind the swinging doors of your favourite bar kitchen, hot griddle pans, fragrant spices, and skilled cooks. In this culinary adventure, we go behind the scenes to discover how a burger that is anything but ordinary is made. Discover the secret products, cooking methods, and insider knowledge that make a simple patty the star of the pub menu with us at the Secret To Making The Perfect Pub Burger - King James Royston Pub.

Quality Ingredients—The Basis 

How to Choose the Best Ground Beef:

What makes a great bar burger great is the choice of ground beef. While some pubs choose an 80/20 mix of lean and fat to ensure their patties are juicy and delicious, the best ones focus on cutting the best cuts possible. Others try mixing different types of meat, like adding beef, chuck, or short rib, to make the flavour more complex.

Accepting Freshness in Food:

The most important thing is that the food is fresh, from the crisp greens and ripe tomatoes to the crunchy pickles and thinly sliced onions. By getting their veggies from nearby farms, pubs that strive for excellence ensure they are at their ripest and tastiest, which goes well with the burger's spicy, rich flavour.

Handmade buns:

Adding something extra to a burger starts with the bun. Many pubs work with local bakeries or have their bakers make artisanal buns that are strong enough to hold the juicy meat inside but soft enough to give you a pleasing bite. Sometimes, brioche, pretzel, or potato buns are used, making the burger taste slightly more decadent.

Understanding how to cook: The Culinary Magic

Making the Patty Better:

There is a delicate dance involved in making the proper burger patty. In pubs, burgers are often made by hand with a light touch so that the meat doesn't get too packed in. It keeps the texture tender. There are different temperatures for cooking, but many cooks like to use a hot griddle or open-flame grill to get that sear and caramelisation on the outside while keeping the inside juicy.

Seasoning Flavours:

A pub's burgers are only as good as their secret spice blends. Kosher salt, freshly ground black pepper, garlic powder, and sometimes a hint of spicy paprika are some of the ingredients used. These spices give the burger a well-rounded flavour that stays in your mouth.

How to Master Melting Cheese:

It takes skill to make the right cheese melt. In pubs, different methods are used, such as carefully placing a lid on the grill or quickly broiling the patty. Picking the right cheese is very important. American, blue, and sharp cheddar are all often used favourites.

Texture-Enhancing Toasting:

Like taste, shape is essential for the bun. There's a great contrast between the juicy patty and the golden crispiness of the buns that you often find in pubs. Some places like to add an extra layer of flavour by brushing the buns with garlic butter or mayonnaise that they make themselves.

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The Enhancer for Umami:

To make burgers taste better, many pub cooks swear by umami-rich ingredients. Bring out the patty's flavour by adding Worcestershire sauce, soy sauce, or even a little fish sauce.

Putting on Brilliance:

Restaurant cooks keep the art of basting a secret from their customers. Some options for marinating the patty while cooking are butter, broth, or even beer. It will add more flavour and wetness to the meat.

Balanced Layering:

Putting together a burger in the correct order takes some thought. In pubs, ingredients are often layered to ensure every bite has the right mix of flavours. Each layer adds to the overall symphony of taste, like putting crisp lettuce under the patty to keep it from getting soggy or adding a dollop of house-made sauce for an extra kick.

King James Royston Pub Burgers -

Located in the middle of Royston, the King James Royston Pub has become a royal home for burger fans looking for a royal dining experience. As you might not see, the chefs at King James are carefully making the burgers that have made them famous in the local eating scene.

Mix of Royal Blend:

Starting the trip is choosing the best beef cuts fit for a king. The chefs are very proud of their secret blend, a beautiful mix of prime cuts picked for their rich flavour and tenderness. People who are very good at cooking have kept this method private, only telling other chefs about it.

Alchemy for Seasoning:

Every patty in King James's royal cooking is a blank slate for flavour alchemy. Each burger is a symphony of taste thanks to a mix of carefully chosen spices, hints of rare herbs, and a little culinary magic. It's a way of dressing that ensures the burgers meet the high standards of Royston's burger experts.

Royally Crowned:

It's the perfect cheese melt that makes everything else look good. Not content with average, King James Royston Pub tops their burgers with various cheeses, giving each patty a royal covering of creaminess that melts into a flavour explosion.

Kingdom of Toppings

The technique of burger assembly at King James is unparalleled. Selecting fresh, locally grown food is done with the accuracy of a royal order. Fresh ingredients like crisp lettuce, ripe tomatoes, and thinly sliced onions add flavour and texture to the burger's hearty base.

The Art of Cooking:

People who work in the kitchen at King James Royston Pub are very proud of what they do. Each burger is carefully cooked to order, using tried-and-true methods to make sure the inside is juicy and the outside is caramelised enough for a feast.

Presentation Royal:

A King James burger is more than just a meal; it's a show. The final dish is served royally, making everyone feel like a king or queen. The burger is served on handmade buns that look like thrones for the masterpiece inside. On top of the burger is a skewer that proudly displays the King James logo.

Conclusion:

To make the perfect bar burger, you must carefully choose the ingredients, use expert cooking techniques, and know some secret tricks that turn a simple dish into an unforgettable experience. Our favourite burgers are made possible by pub cooks committed to quality, freshness, and new ideas served with some of the finest drinks. Think about the craft that goes into making a pub burger the next time you eat one. Savour the different layers of flavour and enjoy the food.

King James Royston Pub's chefs make burgers that aren't just tasty; they're royal experiences where talent in the kitchen is rewarded with bites fit for a king or queen.

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Winter Cocktails and Pub Bites At Brook Pub

The colder months are perfect for splurging, and there's no better way to celebrate than with a well-thought-out bar menu. We've selected a variety of Winter Cocktails and Pub Bites at Brook Pub that are sure to lift your spirits. Try them with some of our carefully created bar snacks, and you'll have a match made in gastronomic heaven.

Raise Your Spirits: A Delicious Winter Cocktail Tour

Strawberry Daiquiri: 

Every sip is like a ray of sunshine.

Enjoy our refreshing Best Strawberry Daiquiri as a way to forget about the cold weather outside. This refreshing drink combines the fruity flavours of ripe strawberries with the tartness of fresh lime juice and the smoothness of white rum. When served cold, it's a pleasant reminder that summer's vivaciousness is just around the corner.

Espresso Martini: 

introducing Your Life with Spark and Class

The Espresso Martini is the ideal choice for individuals who need a classy pick-me-up. This cocktail is robust because it mixes the silky indulgence of vodka and coffee liqueur with the decadent richness of freshly made espresso. It's a caffeine-infused treat that will perk you up anytime.

Passion Fruit Martini: 

Unique Flavours, a Once-in-a-Lifetime Adventure

The Passion Fruit Martini will whisk you away to sandy beaches. A premium vodka and a little sugar are combined with the exotic tang of passion fruit to create this tropical jewel. It's an exotic getaway from the winter's chill, served in a chilled martini glass.

Margarita: 

Traditional Favour with a Spicy Kick

The classic Margarita cocktail should be on every bartender's list. Our take on the classic cocktail combines tequila, fresh lime juice, and orange liqueur with a dash of salt on the rim of a salt-rimmed glass. The zesty citrus flavours balance the smokiness of the tequila.

Mojito: 

The Perfect Minty Blissful Refreshment

Get your fill of the Mojito's refreshing flavours. This traditional Cuban cocktail is made by muddling together white rum, lime juice, and mint leaves. It's a revitalising and refreshing option when topped with soda water.

Amaretto Sour:

A Citrusy, Nuttiness of Pleasure

The Amaretto Sour is an excellent example of how well nuttiness and citrus coexist. This drink combines the sweet amaretto liqueur with the tart lemon juice for a deliciously balanced flavour. A soothing and stimulating beverage is the end product.

Hot Buttered Rum:

Traditional hot buttered rum is made with black rum, hot water, butter, and spices like cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, and is a great way to warm up on cold winter days. It's perfect for a cold night before the fire because of its velvety smoothness and warming spices.

A Cranberry Mule:

This festive take on the Moscow Mule blends vodka, ginger beer, and cranberry juice for a delicious tart beverage. Its vibrant colour and tangy flavour make it a welcome addition to any holiday get-together.

"Irish Coffee":

Irish coffee is a classic drink with hot coffee, Irish whisky, sugar and whipped cream. The combination of caffeine and alcohol delivers a fantastic pick-me-up on chilly winter mornings or a calming nightcap.

Maple Bourbon Old Fashioned:

This updated take on an old favourite uses maple syrup to add a rich, caramelised sweetness. This cocktail is cosy and refined, thanks to the bourbon, bitters, and orange twist.

A Winter Sangria:

Winter Sangria is a delicious cocktail with red wine, brandy, and seasonal fruits, including oranges, pomegranates, and cranberries. The vivid colours and fragrant aromas will perk you up on the greyest of winter days.

Martini with Pears and Spices:

Pear vodka, pear liqueur, and some aromatic spices like cinnamon and cloves combine to make this sophisticated drink. It's perfect for a classy winter party with its fruity sweetness and subtle spiciness.

Pub snacks that go well with a drink:

Brie cheese baked with a cranberry sauce:

The tart cranberry sauce complements the melty brie cheese well. The creamy, acidic, and sweet flavours complement the Cranberry Mule nicely.

Mini Meatballs on a Stick:

Tender meatballs marinated in a flavorful sauce and skewered for dipping. If you're having a Maple Bourbon Old Fashioned, these tasty snacks are a must.

Bacon-Roasted Brussels Sprouts:

Bacon chunks and balsamic glaze are combined with Brussels sprouts to make a crispy side dish. Irish coffee is a perfect complement to this savoury dish.

Chicken Wings with Pomegranate Glaze:

Enjoy the sticky, sweet, slightly sour chicken wings wrapped in a delectable pomegranate glaze. The Winter Sangria is perfect with these wings.

Prosciutto with fig crostini:

Baguette slices slathered with honey and piled high with prosciutto, figs, and creamy goat cheese. A glass of the Spiced Pear Martini and these sophisticated appetisers are a match made in heaven.

Fried Sweet Potatoes with Chipotle Mayonnaise:

Sweet potato fries are fried to a golden crisp and accompanied by a smoky, spicy chipotle aioli. The Hot Buttered Rum complements the smokiness of the fries well.

Make this winter the best one yet by hosting a cocktail party complete with tasty bar snacks. These pairings can help you create a warm and memorable ambience, whether you're hosting a Christmas party or just relaxing at home. Embrace the season with these delicious combos and savour the warmth they bring. I hope you all have a fantastic winter!

Brook Pub Christmas celebrations:

We are happy to announce that we accept pre-bookings for Christmas parties if you plan to throw a party for your friends, family and colleagues this Christmas. Our merry, magical festive menu will be available from 25th November to 24th December, and you can enjoy two courses for 26 pounds and three for 30 pounds.

We have come up with a special Canape menu along with a Merry Magical Festive menu for the party. From the Festive Canape Menu, you can choose 6 - 18 pounds or 8 to 24 pounds course. Coming to the main event, Christmas, we created a special day menu for 2 courses for 39.99 pounds and 3-course meals for 44.99 pounds. The food will served from 12 to 4 pm, so make this day a special one by bringing in your family and friends. Come enjoy some of the best Winter Cocktails and Pub Bites At Brook Pub!!

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