Kadiri's

Kadiris Indian Cuisine | Food for the heart & soul

We have been cooking our delicious dishes for customers for over 40 years now - we must be doing something right!

We pride ourselves on quality and taste, so you can be sure to enjoy a sumptuous freshly made dish when you eat at Kadiri's.

http://www.kadiris.com

Vijay - London Restaurant Reviews | Hardens

Kadiri's, 26 High Road, Willesden Green, London, NW10 2QD ...

Allergy & food intolerance friendly restaurants in Harrow | Biteappy

I have made the difficult decision to sell Biteappy after four successful years developing the app and growing an amazing online community for people with varying dietary requirements and allergies.

To make Biteappy even bigger and better, it needs more commitment than I’m currently able to offer.

Its an exciting opportunity that I’m proud to pass on and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for Biteappy.

If you would like to discuss the sale of Biteappy, please get in touch - [email protected].

Verdi's, London E1 – restaurant review | Life and style | The Guardian

I am old enough to remember when a night out in a restaurant always meant an Italian.

Fashions in food have moved on, and the Italian restaurant has evolved to keep up with the dirty food purveyors, the Josper grillers, the lime-leaf importers – serving small plates, specialising (we’re not Italian; we’re Pugliese, or Abruzzese or Genovese), installing wood ovens and providing dishes that can garner a gasp on social meeja: sanguinaccio, maybe, a chocolate dessert laced with pig’s blood.

There’s a maudlin part of me that pines for the old school, the family-run restaurant where you’re treated like a long-lost cousin and the free limoncello appears at the end of dinner.

So when my pal Claire tells me, with some excitement, about a restaurant specialising in the food of Emilia-Romagna (Parma, Modena, Bologna, the most food-obsessed cities in a food-obsessed nation), all crisp tablecloths and wine buckets in an East End stretch that’s cheerfully resistant to gentrification and notable only for Bangladeshi canteens, fried chicken shops, a mosque or two and a snooker hall, I’m on the 25 bus like a shot.

A special of fat, wriggly ribbons of squid ink pappardelle, writhing on to the fork like a living thing, laced with chunks of sea bass, still moist, still robust enough to stand up to the pasta and a sauce vibrant with grassy pesto.