"How matter presses on me! what stubborn things are facts! How inexhaustible are nature and art!"

Despite an exhausting week of melancholia and mild injury it is time once again to feed you, the eight people who read this thing (and the two hundred who have no idea it exists but see the lights on and are drawn to them like moths with debit cards). We have all the things on the menu so you don't have to keep asking. We are not one of those hipster places that run out of their shit every shift and open whenever they feel like it. We are the place that has been here for five years and has always adhered to its opening hours, and I have tried to never run out of anything unless it is a special, which by its very nature would be a limited item and subject to the whims of fate and scarcity.

Speaking of specials, they are the same as last week, with the caveat that the Red Chicken Curry is actually on the menu full-time but has been omitted from the printed version because of my own failings as a menu-artist. We have so much Red Curry. Please buy it. We need the space for other foods.

The only thing that was neither painful nor disappointing between Saturday night and Thursday morning was watching Tár, starring Cate Blanchett, twice (and also Three Days of the Condor starring Faye Dunaway, the Cate Blanchett of the 1970s, once). Tár is phenomoenal, and you should watch it, twice.

So when you have finished with that, or if you find yourself peckish at some point during its expansive yet very engrossing runtime, there is a little bun shack/noodle hut just at the end of Victoria Road which for some bizarre reason has dynamite (and huge) cannoli for like ... £3.50. Come grab some dinner, and lift my sunken spirits with your presence as I lift yours with pork mince.