Tom George, Mark Dobbie, Andy Oliver – Som Saa

It’s midday on a lovely sunny Sunday and I am sitting in a booth at a stylishly rustic wood table surrounded by a jungle’s worth of foliage. Sipping on a tiny ceramic cup of decidedly fancy tea, I could squint and pretend that I am holidaying at some luxurious Thai island resort. In reality, I…

E Pellicci

I once went on a date with a guy that looked like Moss from ‘The IT Crowd’. I’d thought he might be ‘geeky cool’ or even ‘geeky quirky’. Alas, I realised almost immediately that he was actually ‘geeky dorky’ and not at all my cup of tea. We were completely mismatched. An hour of polite…

Tayyab’s

I have a confession to make which may shock you. Up until last weekend I had never been to Tayyab’s. The reason this is shocking (for the uninitiated) is because this restaurant is for all accounts an institution. Not only has it been serving traditional Punjabi cuisine since 1972, it is also so well known,…

A Rainbow Beigel Rant

When you live in East London and regularly eat bagels from Brick Lane, you tend to be a loyalist. You either go to ‘The Beigel Shop’ aka, the yellow one (called so because of their yellow sign) or ‘Beigel Bake’, the white one (with a white sign predictably). I always go to the white one….

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…

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…

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…

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…