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…
Category: Cafe culture
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…
It’s the simple things….
It really is, or at least it can be. Of course I logically know that I can go into a cafe and order all sorts of exciting things with sauces and chutneys and sides et al, dishes that I wouldn’t or couldn’t cook at home, but sometimes all I really want is a delicious piece…
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