Don’t worry, i’m alive. Just dealing with a little health kick.

I’ve been pretty rubbish at updating the blog lately, and i’m feeling a bit guilty about it. The truth is though, that i’ve just been so uninspired. I’ve not eaten anything particularly exciting, or been anywhere new and fun. Also, i’ve been trying this new diet. No, not diet. Let’s call it a ‘healthy meal…

Victor Montes – Pintxo in Bilbao AKA. Unidentifiable things on baguette.

Victor Montes is definitely a must when visiting Bilbao. You really get everything you’re looking for. A fantastic humming atmospere, delicious Spanish wine, and a bar top laden with traditional Basque style pintxo. If you don’t speak Spanish you also get some hilarious lost in translation moments thrown in for free. It was all pretty fantastic…

Brasserie Malherbe and the salads that just keep on giving.

Allow me to introduce you to Brasserie Malherbe. It sits on the corner of the main road and one of the main lane-ways (there are two) in a small town in the South of France. The town is called La Saint Maximin la Sainte Baume. It’s mostly know for it’s devotion to Mary Magdalene who was…

‘The Typing Project’ wine tasting at Laithwaite’s.

Have you ever considered how the visuals of a wine label influences the way in which you drink and enjoy the wine? I suppose I have, but only in the sense that I will often buy a wine based on whether or not I like the label. I’m no expert, but generally I know what…

Cakes at the Caumont centre d’art, and an unwanted Turner exhibition.

On our second last day in Aix en Provence, we accidentally went to a Turner exhibition. ‘Accidentally’ is overstating it. We intentionally walked there, and obediently bought our tickets at the entrance. Happily walked through the lovely rooms full of elegant furniture. Took an obligatory mirror selfie. And wound our way up and down a…

Le Bouillon Chartier

We cross the lights on Rue du Faubourg-Montmartre in the 9th arrondissement, and Bouillon Chartier rises up to greet us. A monolith from another time and place. I’m only in the courtyard but I feel like I might be whisked away from the entrance in a ’20s style Rolls Royce a la Woody Allen’s ‘Midnight in Paris’…

Mildred’s Vegetarian Soho – A flavourful taste sensation

I once spent six months as a vegetarian. It was a reaction to working in the kibbutz kitchen when I lived in Israel. My job, especially on a Friday before the Sabbath, was to lop the limp, dangly necks off a few hundred chickens, and stuff a mixture of potatoes, herbs and spices up their…

Gaby’s Deli – A delicious capsule within time’s changing landscape.

1971 was the year that decimal currency was launched, the first Mr Men books were published, one of my favourite TV crushes Damien ‘he’ll always be Soames to me’ Lewis was born  and a fresh pound of turkey (apparently!) cost fourty pence. It was also the year that Gaby opened his eponymous deli on Charing Cross road,…