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…
Category: Eating Stories
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…
St. John Maltby
It’s been a rough weekend so far. Having woken at ten in the morning, i’ve had to lounge in bed watching ‘Sherlock’ for over an hour (hi Benedict Cumerbatch!). I’ve then walked to Borough Markets. Stuffed a Balkan Boureka in my face followed closely by a completely unnecessary (but also very necessary because they had…
The Royal Oak
I went to visit the New Forest recently, which is so pretty! It reminded me so much of ‘The Wind in the Willows’ that I almost expected Mr Toad to go hot air ballooning past me in a Harris Tweed suit. Alas, that was not to happen, but I did get a fantastic recommedation for…
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…
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