Last week I went to very special supper club. Second Home, recently opened near London Fields, hosted Majeda and her ‘Choose Love’ kitchen; cooking a delicious three-course meal in collaboration with the charity Help Refugees. It’s a unique opportunity to enjoy some beautifully cooked Syrian specialties, and support a worthy cause in the process. Majeda Khoury had…
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Bistrotheque
This month I turned the grand age of thirty-four. Naturally I celebrated in style (by eating everything in sight) with a most delightful brunch at Bistrotheque. The entrance is rather incongruous, up a flight of stairs that you would never find if your weren’t looking for it. Once inside though, it is impossible not to…
Between the Sheets at Balcone
I think most people, whether in a relationship or single can agree, that Valentines day sucks. The pressure, stiff awkward dinners. The cheesy roses and chocolate (actually I’ll take the chocolate), the time my ex spent the evening being generally, a bit of a dick, and then offered an almost romantic musical dedication to his…
Tonkotsu
Saturday I wake up craving Ramen; It’s freezing outside, I’m hung over, and hungry, it had been too long since my previous bowl. I’m fairly impulsive where food applies, an hour later I had dragged my housemate out of the house, through the drizzle and bitter wind and was happily seated at a table in…
e5 Bakehouse – London Fields
The e5 Bakehouse is in a cavernous space under the railway arches of London Fields. One arch, where the counter and a smattering of communal tables are, leads to another, and then another, through a series of larger arches all the way to the back of the bakery. At the counter I am torn on…
Five gauges of success – El Ganso
I’ve been learning lately about the relative perceptions of success. Six year old me thought that ‘making it’ was being prima ballerina Margot Fontaine. When I was in high school it was getting grades as good as my sister. After finishing university with a fashion degree I saw it as becoming head designer at Dior….
Wood Pigeon at Brawn
On Friday night I had plans to visit a Vietnamese Supper Club. Unfortunately, it was cancelled last minute due to lack of attendees which was disappointing for all involved. My friends and I had been looking forward to it all week, and now we were at a loose end. Luckily there are an indefinite number…
Truffle’s beef shin nuggets at Broadway Market
It’s saturday and the sun is shining, unusual for London. I have become used to the grey and my unmistakeably ghostly pallour. Now the sky is bright and I feel a warmth across my back. I am wearing slippers but I soon discard them and walk barefoot around my small patio. At intervals I bend down to pull up weeds from…
Temple of Seitan – Hackney
Towards the end of 2017 I agreed to a two-week vegan challenge with my friend. She had just watched ‘Cowspiracy’ on Netflix and was experiencing the after effects of having a perspective of reality slap her across the face. It was decided, she was going vegan and I was joining her in the quest. Months…
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…
How to order a kebab
Knowing how to order a kebab sounds like something that should be easy. You decide what you want, you ask for it. Simple. Apparently not. I went to buy a kebab the other night. It had been a rather boozy evening and I hadn’t had time for dinner. Kebab shops are funny places. They are the…
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…
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