“Excuse me”, I say to the waiter walking past. “Is this Matcha latte made with cows milk?” “It is” he replies, “but that’s cool, we can make one of fresh for you, are you staying in? Sit down. Relax. Take a load off. Do you want soy, almond or oat milk?” “Almond milk please. You…
Category: Cafe culture
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…
Korcarz – A hunt for the latke of our dreams, and Rabbi Yosef’s advice.
About ten years ago, I spent a weekend in Paris with my parents. I remember that it was the middle of winter, just before Christmas. To say that it was cold would be and understatement. It was ccccooooolllllddd. My mum insisted that we ride around the city on the top open air part of a…
A Food Adventure – Double Pie Dinner with a side of Jellied Eel
Another day, another eating adventure. Ordinarily, I would think that a soft pie with gummy mash covered in a radio-active green parsley sauce with a side of jellied eels sounded unappealing. This time though, the little elderly lady that was serving it too me was so adorable, (in a tough East London sort of way) that…
Postcards from Oslo – Part 2
Saturday 12.30pm – Egget Kafe – Address: Kirkegårdsgata 7A, 0558 Oslo, Norway Brunch. We picked this place because we googled ‘nice cafes in Oslo near me’ and this was one of the first that came up. they didn’t have an English menu (a good sign sometimes) so we had the very patient waitress translate for us….
Postcards from Oslo – Part 1
Friday – 11:00am – Joker Supermarket The pastry was spectacular. I bough it from a ‘Joker’ which is a Norwegian supermarket chain. It was the only one of it’s kind and it sat on the shelf yelling my name. The coffee was terrible. It was bought from the self service machine and was burnt. It…
Sponging up the guilt
I’m feeling a little guilty. I don’t suppose I need to be. Probably not. But guilt, just like love, or longing, isn’t always rational. This story begins a few months ago with a conversation. I’ll spare you the details, It mostly involved my friend waxing lyrical about a most incredible piece of cake he had eaten….
Colonna & Small’s
You know how sometimes you go out and accidentally drink too much gin, and you can’t remember the details of the evening, but you’re certain that you had a fantastic night? No, that never happens to me either *cough*. I experienced it with a coffee and muffin though. At a cafe in Bath. It was so perfect that I…
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…
That place with no name
I’d tell you what this place is called, but I can’t, because they’re too trendy to have a name. I think it’s pretty pretentious really, not dissimilar to ‘the artist formerly known as’ *insert squiggle here* (but without the fame). Now I think about it though, they haven’t even bothered with the squiggle. They are…
Foxcroft & Ginger
I don’t really get polenta. Usually when I eat it I think to myself, what the hell am I eating? I mean, it’s a grain (is it a grain? Tell me oracle! Oh, it’s cornmeal… right) But you can only really eat it when it’s been squashed in a shape, a rectangle, square or portrait…
Scones and tea at the V&A
As everyone knows, scones with jam and cream and a well brewed pot of tea is an English tradition. There’s no shortage of places where you can get a fix, but one of my favourite spots to go for this little English delight is the V&A. The cafe is so beautiful, I’d love to go…
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