Best Part: The Crepes
Price for 2 diners: £20
In and out within 1 hr: Yes
Where: Opposite the Museum
Rating: 6.1/10
It’s always nice to welcome a new-comer to St Albans, especially in a spot that was not previously dedicated to filling stomachs. Crepeaffaire, situated on the street corner next to Argos that used to be a phone shop, fills the pancake gap that has blighted the city since Claude’s Creperie on Holywell Hill closed down, many many years ago. To be fair the Waffle House and Hatch have done good jobs servicing our batter cravings in the meantime, but if you find waffles to be not flat enough for your tastes then you’re in luck.
It’s not a particularly memorable name, and in fact I had to look it up again whilst writing this review. Crepeaffaire seems like it should be a pun of some sort but if it is it’s gone completely over my head. When you first walk in it seems really small, but the seating then just goes on and on out the back, even stretching upstairs. However we didn’t notice this on entering so leapt on one of the small and slightly uncomfortable tables by the front window. This would have provided good people-watching if I hadn’t been using the window to provide the support lacking in the chair, so instead I settled for Gelato watching.
They have a reasonable selection of sweet and savoury crepes, and indeed waffles if you swing that way. I went for a crepe called ‘Le Goat Deluxe’ (literally ‘The Luxury Goat’), containing Goats Cheese and Red Onion. I only noticed the well-stocked fridge of soft drinks by the time I had ordered a milkshake, which I initially regretted but actually worked out for the best for reasons that I will relate shortly. The Crepes came fast, so fast they beat my wife who had popped to the toilet immediately upon ordering. The drinks were the opposite, and in fact didn’t arrive until after we had finished eating. Luckily they had free water that your could help yourself to, some of it with squished up lemons inside to make you think you’re not just drinking water, which is all commendable. They slightly let themselves down by having it served in disposable plastic cups but there you go.
The crepe was very nice, tasting fresh and full bodied with a powerful onion kick. The crepe itself was more of a delivery system than an integral part of the meal, but it would have been weird to order a pile of cheese and onion on it’s own so it fulfilled a vital social purpose. It was also all rather slight, a thin circle folded in quarters, and disappeared very quickly leaving me feeling not quite satisfied. It had not been priced at snacking level, but that was how it left me feeling. I considered one of their enticing looking cannolis on the counter until I looked closer and saw the flies walking all over them, which made them seem less enticing. Luckily at this stage the absent milkshake made an appearance so that filled the pudding hole reasonably well.
My midweek lunch plus one went for a Superveg crepe. She was pleased with the vegetable filling, it was well balanced and flavourable, but was likewise non-plussed by the quantites. She went for the milkshake’s evil healthy brother, the smoothie, and thought it was quite nice.
It is nice to have a creperie in town, if only because I now get to say the word creperie more, but I do think Crepeaffaire has a few teething troubles to work through. For example, during her visit to the toilets whilst our food was being delivered my companion was pleasantly surprised to see a large quantity of free nappies available. She was surprised again, less pleasantly this time, to discover that whilst over-endowed with nappies the toilet did not actually possess any toilet paper. We were also regularly dripped on by the air-conditioning unit under which we sat.
The staff were all very friendly and polite, and the decor is pleasing but I would possibly suggest you take your crepes (or waffles, I won’t judge) to go. This removes the chance of getting dripped on and the food is quite a bit cheaper as take-away, possibly at a price more in keeping with the actual quantity of sustenance received. However, if you run out of nappies you’re on your own.

Mad Squirrel


Best Part: The Downstairs
Price for 2 diners: £20
In and out within 1 hr: Yes
Where: The Cursed Corner by the Vintry Gardens
Rating: 8.3/10

St Albans midweek lunch tried to review the Mad Squirrel its first day of opening but timings didn’t quite work out as they were originally only serving food from 1pm. This week however they were ready to serve us early bird customers with a very enticing lunch deal- 1 pizza and a half of beer (really all you need at lunchtime, whatever your sozzled brain might tell you) from the standard menu for £10 each.

For those of you not familiar with The Mad Squirrel, it is on possibly the unluckiest restaurant spot in St Albans, previously home to the Bakehouse, La Vista and  No Moo Moo (which didn’t even stick around long enough for us to review it). However we think that the Mad Squirrel might be the one to crack it, and here’s why.


Firstly it has tapped in (pun fully intended) to the trendy love for craft beer. The pedant in me would like to point out that it isn’t true tap room as it is not physically attached to a brewery. However it is attached in spirit (I am a pun machine today) to the actual brewery in Berkhamsted, which is at least only 9 miles away.


The décor is modern and moody. They have updated the lovely bright space to look very en trend but in my opinion should have stuck to using the grey and maroon as accent colours only as it felt quite dark. Unlike the Slug and Lettuce, this establishment is probably aiming for the masculine end of the market. All the same, I am a woman and I really like beer, and I would have appreciated a little bit more frilliness. A little more standard level dining seating downstairs might also be useful, as it seemed a bit sparse. This is potentially the issue that continually does for the residents of this spot. The upstairs and downstairs are very separate, and I know of a few people (myself included) who have assumed it is not open when they look at the completely empty upstairs. Balancing this, however, is the lovely garden with a smashing view of the Abbey and the Rose Window in particular. I can see this being quite the hot spot during the 6 days of the year when outside drinking is possible.


The fabulously shiny menu was short on food but rich on beer and spirits. The food was not an issue – there were only 5 pizzas but one of these was a build your own option called “Save the Squirrel” (for reasons that weren’t entirely clear, unless they are relying on punters not choosing squirrel as a pizza topping). The final option, which changes monthly, is a locally sourced seasonal choice. We fully applaud this yet neither of us fancied goats cheese this time. I built my own including mushrooms, rocket and pine nuts and was thrilled with my choice. The base was thin and crispy, just as I like. Overall it was almost as good as the authentic Italian pizza from Bellaccino’s two weeks ago. Mmmm, I love pizza.


Mr Midweek Lunch also used his expert pizza designing skills to come up with a masterful effort, with jalapenos and pink onions that were out of this world in their sweetness. The beer was as good as you would expect, given that this is their main focus. There was a great selection on tap (although only 3 cask beers) with more still in their well-stocked beer fridge. They were also served in very pleasing glasses that were so good we enquired about buying our own set (then retracted our enquiry very quickly when we heard the price).


Overall we had a great lunch. We were in and out within the hour, having been well fed, watered and served and only spent a total of £20. The vibe was cool, a bit hipster but not in a way that alienated us. It was quite quiet on our visit, an odd selection of babies, old people and dogs, but when we have passed it since it has been heaving with customers and we hope our review will only add to this.

A few teething problems, certainly, but it was very early days and they’re off to a great start.

Slug & Lettuce

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Best Part: Of the two, I’d have to say the lettuce
Price for 2 diners: £18.24
In and out within 1 hr: Yes
Where: Victoria Street, by the bus stop
Rating: /10
I have spent more time than I would care to admit at the Slug & Lettuce, though largely not due to choice. It was a constant choice for work nights out and leaving dos in my previous job, combining the merits of being close and almost entirely devoid of ambition. It sells alcohol to get you drunk, and food to stop you falling over too quickly and that is pretty much it. It’s a popular St Albans venue, though, and is at least clean so we thought we’d give it a go for lunch.
The Slug has had refurb recently (well, in the last 5 years at least), and is now rocking a look that is best described as busy. Every available space is chock full of mirrors or plants or wavy lines. There is also a separate gin bar and cocktail bar. In the evening, with mood lighting and packed with people, it would probably be delightful. In the harsh light of day and with only a handful of other punters it just seemed a bit crazy. Also very feminine, which might explain why the refurb doesn’t appear to have made it as far as the men’s toilets which are as plain and functional ever. No little bouquets here. The taps stopped very quickly as well, necessitating multiple presses per hand wash. Good for the environment, no doubt, but pretty irksome.
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However Mrs midweek lunch found the interior delightful. She particularly liked its colourful floweriness because the external day was grey and rainy and it cheered her up. She believes there is a definite place for a frilly looking bar that sells pleasant, sensibly priced food served by pleasant  sensibly dressed staff. The almost entirely female clientele would no doubt agree with her.
This sense of style over substance extends to the food. When it arrived it had obviously been designed to be thoroughly instagrammed before a bite was taken. I am aware of the irony of saying this underneath a picture I took of my food when it arrived, but this was for illustrative purposes only. Leave me alone. Anyway, I went for scampi, which is like small fish that has been deep fried. To illustrate it’s method of cooking it was served in a fryer basket. Presumably at some point they needed to transfer it from one fryer basket to another to serve it, but it all seemed somewhat redundant. Also impractical, for a couple of reasons. When served the scampi was perched on top of the chips, so to apply vinegar I first had to reposition it to allow access. After the vinegar obviously I needed to go for a condiment, but fryer baskets are difficult things to place dollops of sauce on. I therefore had to dollop onto the side of the plate, but it didn’t take long for it to seep under the fryer basket. The food was pretty good, I guess, though after all that trauma I found it hard to focus.

Our own personal female clientele chose the halloumi and avocado wrap with a side helping or gorgeously crisp fries. The wrap could have benefitted from the contrast of some sweet chilli dressing or perhaps a red onion chutney. Otherwise she was very content.

We wrapped it all off with a side of onion rings. We had tried to order chips until the waitress very kindly pointed out that both our dishes came with chips. And do you know, I think she was right. That would have been too much chips. The rings were good, but they were very structurally sound onions, meaning that if you tried to bite into one you ended up having to suck the entire onion content out as it refused to separate.
Not a bad place, then. Pretty nice food, at a reasonable price, but possibly not at it’s best during the day. If I could sum up the Slug and Lettuce with one fact, it is that there is an entire page in the drinks menu dedicated to variants on the Pornstar Martini. If you find this enticing then this is very definitely the place for you.

Bellacino’s (again)

Best Part: The Mutability
Price for 2 diners: £23
In and out within 1 hr: Pretty Much
Where: French Row
Rating: 7.8/10

Now the truly devoted reader might reproach us as we have reviewed Bellacino’s before. However,  given that they have recently refurbished themselves and displayed a very reasonably priced lunch deal outside, we felt we had to give it a try. Quire frankly we were very lucky to get a table. The place was absolutely buzzing and this was at the very beginning of the lunch hour. Possibly we should have come here for brunch as many of these people had gone by 12:30.


So what makes this long-standing St Albans haunt so very popular?
Well although the refurbishment is smart it is not a modern look. There was not a touch of grey in the place. But shock horror, it turns out it is possible to run a very good eatery without towing the trend line. It is ironic that last time we reviewed this place we focussed on the fact that it was changeless and unchanging, like the Cotswold. Then it goes and changes a bit, like Leeds. But it hasn’t mindlessly chased the new, it is a classic look and thus they can probably leave it for another 30 years. The counter has now been moved to the back and this certainly allows a more welcoming flow to occur throughout.


We both took advantage of the pizza and a drink deal although we were also very tempted by the pasta. I chose the vegetarian pizza with added cheese as it seemed to default without. They are obviously trendy enough to consider all those St Albans  vegans. It was a very delicious pizza. My only gripe was that the standard knife and fork we were given to eat with was not up to the job and consequently my pizza kept shooting off my plate as I tried to cut it.


The lovely caring family vibe of the place meant that within a minute the proprietor had notice my trouble and delivered me a sharper knife. After this I have no further trouble. The pizza is delicious and while I would usually leave most of the crust I only left half of it. Praise indeed.


My husband and dining companion went for a pizza the Bellacino’s Special, and it lived up to it’s name. There was a normal melty pizza in there somewhere, but it was covered with a generous mountain of rocket and great creamy lumps of goat’s cheese. The flavour contrasts were superb, with each mouthful having a great contrast of crispy base, melty cheese, peppery rocket the final goatiness. There was something missing, and I realised it could really have done with some heat to undercut the goat’s cheese. So I asked for some chilli oil and that really took it to the next level. Once again the service really complimented the food.


In conclusion this is an absolutely top place to come for a good value lunch which is expertly prepared by some really delightful people. This is why it is such a bustling eatery and why we will keep coming back, whatever colour it is.


Best Part: The Grape Fanta I got from a newsagents
Price for 2 diners: £6
In and out within 1 hr: Oh yes
Where: Everywhere, especially in Scotland
Rating: 6.6/10
We’ve been at this reviewing lark for a while now, but up until now we have not tackled the place where probably most denizens of St Albans get their midweek lunches (after possibly Tesco), that purveyor of pasties, that seller of stodge, that distributor of diced up animal parts encased in pastry, Greggs. Long-time reader might remember the time that I resorted to Greggs after being left unsatisfied by a vegan juice bar, but it’s time they took their turn in the spotlight.
Gregg’s is definitely the cheapest midweek lunch we have had in a while. We bumped proceedings up with crisps and cakes but the whole thing was still less than £6 total for the both of us. I went for their limited edition Nacho Cheese Bake, accompanied by some own label tortilla chips. Both these items were a pleasant surprise. The bake was vegetarian but I didn’t miss the meat, as there was flavour aplenty in the cheesy sauce. Even the pastry has cheese embedded in it, and though it had the limp dampness that is inescapable with a visit to Gregg’s, I was disappointed when it ended rather than ashamed and disgusted with myself, which is my usual post-Gregg feeling. The tortilla chips were probably a shade better than Chili Heatwave Doritos (they were inferior Cool Original Doritos, but then so is 93% of creation, so I won’t hold that against them).
I washed it down with a Grape Fanta. Full disclosure, I did not purchase this at Gregg’s as I was so excited to see it at a nearby newsagents that I snapped it up on the spot. This was lucky as Gregg’s had no Grape Fanta, but the beauty of the place is that no one will ever know if you have purchased your meal and beverage from the same location or not so this type of mix and match shenanigans is entirely possible. And the Grape Fanta was amazing. I’m so pleased that I live in a country that now has access to Grape Fanta, it makes up for many of life’s little disappointments. Not all, but many.
Mrs Midweek Lunch has been known to listen to hype and was already a fan of the Gregg’s vegan ‘sausage’ rolls before conducting this review. Vegetarian sausages are as a rule highly unpleasant but they work better encased in a roll. However the Gregg’s vegan sausage rolls go two steps further than this. For one, they are absolutely full of flavour, the pastry as well as the filling. For two, they are vegan, as the name strongly intimates, therefore more virtuous and en trend. She probably would have been satisfied with this alone, but dragged down by her husband’s gluttony she added some salt and vinegar chip-style maize stacks. Not a big crisp fan, she ate half and left the rest for her children.
We finished with donuts, mine a Butterscotch stuffed affair whilst my wife went for a traditional sprinkly one. These were sweet, they certainly featured sugar in the recipe, but that wasn’t enough to cover up the disappointing texture. They were slightly chewy and tough, like the Tesco doughnuts that someone bought into the office yesterday and you try one to see if they’re still good and they’re not still good. Eating them was largely the experience of wishing I was eating a better doughnut.
The décor was very nice, largely because we bought our meals home and ate them at our home and our home is very nice. Again, this is a benefit of Gregg’s over, say, Miller and Carter. Unless you are not heading home and it is raining in which case it becomes more of a drawback. But it was a nice experience eating something from Gregg’s whilst not hideously hungover, and I dare say I will do it again before too long. It is inevitable.

Hiit Kitchen

Best Part: The Protein
Price for 2 diners: £35
In and out within 1 hr: yes
Where: Chequer Street
Rating: 7/10
We have often walked past Hiit kiitchen and despite admiring its cutlery logo have not been inside. It looked a biit healthy and intiimiidatiing. However on this occasion we were in our second week of a cold and decided a healthy vitamin boosting smoothie would be sensible.


We were not expecting food let alone such a range. Yes, smoothies were definitely present, but the café also boasts healthy sandwiches and a variety of substantial meals e.g. salmon and roasted veg cous-cous. We didn’t have room for any of this but both went for a burrito. We had walked past Benito’s Hat on the way and so clearly had Burritos on the mind.


Feeling as unhealthy as I was I was tempting by the vitamin boost shot at £3. It was luridly orange and I expected it to sate of turmeric and chilli. It was in fact a surprising punch of ginger that left my throat on fire for a few minutes. After my eyes had stopped watering I couldn’t wait for my final glug. My word, I felt WONDERFUL! My sore throat had disappeared and I felt to take on any of the nonsense that I usually have to manage on a Thursday afternoon. Wowzers.


For our main drinks we opted for various fruit juices at £4ish. They were similar to a Wagamama juice in taste and price. We also shared some egg white crisps which were interesting and probably had some arcane health benefit but are not going to usurp the potato from it’s crispy throne anytime soon.


After the high note of my vitamin boost shot, my burrito was an anticlimax. It was fine but not as good as Benito’s. Mr midweek lunch was very pleased with his Pulled Pork affair, the crispy cabbage was not something he would purposefully add to a burrito but the textural counter-point made the whole thing less unremittingly squidgy. It was certainly substantial, and though logicially it doesn’t seem like it really could be a particularly healthy option he still left the place with a sense of smug self-satisfaction.


The overall price was higher than we were expecting. In fact our drinks bill was almost the same as the food. The service was fine and the ambience non-descript. The interior is a little dark but sitting by or along the window benches provides good people watching possibilities. I would not feel self conscious eating here alone but it is a quiet enough to be a good venue for a catch up with a friend without having to shout.

We would go again buut noot in a hurrrry.


Best Part: Ginger
Location: Christopher Place
Cost: Less than £30
I don’t need to tell you about Wagamama’s, I’m sure you’ve all been there. Informal, Non-Destinational Eating Establishment, long benches, food comings out irregularly. If you’re like me, though, you might have started taking it for granted. In short, Wagamama’s: have you forgotten how great it is?
For me the problem arose many years ago. The people at the office I was working at went through phases of getting obsessed with one restaurant that we would go to continually. At one stage this was Wagamama’s (there weren’t many options in Brent Cross in those days), and we would be going 2 or 3 times a week. Whilst I would try and vary my order I would often find myself coming back to the Ginger Chicken Udon (number 77), because it is awesome. But familiarity breeds contempt and eventually I found myself non-plussed with the Wagamama concept. I would still go, on occasion, but more with a sense of duty than excitement.
Time passes, and heals all wounds. Like a teenager who had over-indulged on vodka, I now find myself at the point where I can view the whole experience objectively. In this metaphor the Ginger Chicken Udon is my vodka and coke. I have rediscovered why I loved it so much in the first place. The flavours are just so crisp. The coriander is fresh, the bright pink ginger is sharp and the noodles are thick and stodgy. It is a dish that has been polished to perfection, and reliably delivers said perfection every time you order it. Add a ginger beer and you’re in ginger heaven.
Mrs Midweek Lunch never lost her Wagamama Love, however. Her favourite menu section is the Fresh Juices, and on this occasion she had a Clean, Green Juice (with kiwi, avocado and apple supplying both the cleanliness and the greenliness), which made her feel like a smug, invigorated vegan.
Her Vodka & mixer of choice is the Vegetable Katsu Curry. There is always too much rice but it is presented in a gloriously perfect dome that marvels her with it’s symmetry. The vegan Katsu sauce is creamy with a coconut zing and a slightly spicy edge that is not over-powering. The succulent vegetables are encased in a pleasingly crispy batter.
As a side we got a couple of steamed mushroom and aubergine buns, as is en trend at the moment. The filling was fine but I found the buns a trifle under-done, almost becoming liquid at some points. My wife stringently disagreed on this point, and found these little bundles of dough and panko the high-point of the meal. But she is wrong about this.
The décor was largely the same as any Wagamama across this fair land. Utilitarian, friendly staff, open kitchen. For some reason, however, the St Albans branch was weirdly dark that day. The blinds along one side were all drawn, but not enough to stop them flapping in our faces on occasion, and it meant we couldn’t people watch the various folk strolling around Christopher Place. Maybe that was their intention.
Anyway if, like me, you have found yourself neglecting the old Wagamama recently why not treat yourself and give them a visit. They are quick, they don’t cost the earth and they even rotate their menu if for some crazy reason you feel like something that isn’t Ginger Chicken Udon.