Meet Arthur. I met him about fifteen years ago when he was working at the now closed down Marcello’s Cafe in Sydney. I spent a fair bit of time at that place. My sister was chasing one of the waiters and drinking copious amount of coffee, that she didn’t even like (it made her anxious…
Month: February 2016
Beautiful Disasters
We all want to go out on the town and have amazing food experiences. We want the food to be delicious, the service to be on point, and the people we are communicating with to be engaging and friendly. When this happens it’s so fantastic, you can put it in your ‘great eating experiences’ basket…
Hill and Szrok
One thing I miss about living in London is the prevalence of really great butchers. Any butcher really. In Australia, you can buy meat at the supermarket of course, but why would you, when there is usually a butcher’s shop right next door. Where I live they seem to be few and far between, and…
Tredwell’s
It was my birthday last Tuesday, and since birthdays tend to give me mild anxiety, I decided to go to Tredwell’s with a few friends and keep it chilled. I’d been wanting to go there for a while. I don’t really know why, I had come across it a while back and it had stuck…
Grounded
I’m currently sitting in my favourite local cafe trying to write about my birthday dinner, which was this week. I feel light headed, not because I am going to faint, thought I am hungry and awaiting some sourdough, but because I have just been to the hairdresser and she has hacked off rather a lot…
Butchies – Fried Buttermilk Chicken
I was stuck in a cycle of food choice indecision this one morning, but then I saw Butchies. It didn’t take much for me to decide to try it. It had me at fried. The queue for this place was impressive. People just kept coming, and as many people as there where in the queue…
Ottolenghi
I took a very good friend of mine to Ottolenghi Spitalfields to celebrate the evening of her birthday. In truth, it wasn’t her birthday at all. It was about three months previously and I being the essentially disorganised person that I am, hadn’t got around to planning anything earlier. I was pretty unconcerned by this….
A Short Trip to the Middle of a Fishy Scotch Egg
I have a strange relationship with scotch eggs. You see, I always want to eat them. They look delicious, and sound delicious but they are always pork. I don’t eat pork. I always feel sad to be missing out on the enviable scotch egg experience. The other day, I was at a market, and I…
Poco
London can be difficult sometimes. You can have a million friends around one weekend and the next everyone disappears to the French Alps or something and there is no-one. This is generally okay, I’m pretty good at self entertaining, and, especially when I’m trying to write, it’s not very productive having someone talking in my…
thatdayigothungry 