Fried Green Tomatoes and Po’Boys at Plaquemine Lock

For some time I worked down the road from an abandoned pub called the Prince of Wales. I’d always felt a bit sad for it. There it sat, on the corner in Angel, Islington, across from the Regents canal. It looked dilapidated, deserted and unloved. I had hoped some Good Samaritan would come and give…

Tortilla at Laxeiro Tapas Bar and another life lesson.

Here’s this thing, life isn’t always perfect. Sometimes it’s great, other times it can be stressful, disappointing, underwhelming. I’m going through a bit of a process at the moment. The more I live, get out of my own head and relax into the moment, the more I have a tenable understanding of how lucky I am…

Psyche of an Asparagus

Look at me, I’m green and long I’m not a beet, I am not corn, I’m classy, both raw and fried, there’s nothing wrong with that.    Look at me, I’m white and fat I don’t care what you think,  Of that. I have a tip, a crunchy end. I’m great with butter, oh, and…

Just a thought, and a little bit of love.

Hello lovely people, I will not be posting a food blog this week. It didn’t feel appropriate yesterday, and it still doesn’t today. In the wake of what happened in Manchester, to post a story about something I ate seems, to me, disrespectfully frivolous. I will get back to normal with it next week. In…

The process of cooking a lunch time feast, and what I did next…

Last week I cooked lunch for my office. For 10 people you might think… or even 40? No. I cooked lunch for 140 people.  I should probably begin by telling you about the office tradition. I work for an Architecture company where every week, one of the employees has to cook lunch for the entire office. It’s a…

Saturday morning breakfast pizza – With a side of a hangover.

Saturday morning, I eat pizza for breakfast. I could have fried up some eggs like a normal person. But the pizza was calling me. I don’t know why exactly. It just was. I’d say it probably all started the evening before when I got hammered on Veurve Cliquot at the office, followed by a couple of…

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…