Omelegg – Amsterdam

First morning in Amsterdam and I really fancy an omelette from Omelegg. It has great reviews, looks cosy and is a very convenient five minute walk from my hotel. I message my friend and tell him the plan ‘Good recon!’ He replies, ‘I’ll see you there’. Half an hour later I am standing in a…

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…

Iskender Kebab at Kilis Kitchen (with a spider on my head)

There is a question that I have long asked myself; Will anyone care if I go to dinner with a spider on my head? Not a real spider of course (ew, shudder) no, a glam sparkly spidey fascinator sitting jauntily atop my crown. I was determined to find out eventually, and so I found myself…

‘Mae’s Ancient Thai Food’ by Carole Mason and Ning Najpinij

The first thing I notice when I open Mae’s Ancient Thai Food is how vibrant it is. It’s exciting, brimming with colour, energy and undeniable joie de vivre. The book begins with a tribute to its inspiration, Gobgaew Najpinij, followed by a minutely detailed introduction to Thai herbs, spices and techniques, including a page devoted…

Fried Green Tomatoes and Po’Boys at Plaquemine Lock

For some time I worked down the road from an abandoned pub called the Prince of Wales. I’d always felt a bit sad for it. There it sat, on the corner in Angel, Islington, across from the Regents canal. It looked dilapidated, deserted and unloved. I had hoped some Good Samaritan would come and give…

Psyche of an Asparagus

Look at me, I’m green and long I’m not a beet, I am not corn, I’m classy, both raw and fried, there’s nothing wrong with that.    Look at me, I’m white and fat I don’t care what you think,  Of that. I have a tip, a crunchy end. I’m great with butter, oh, and…

Saturday morning breakfast pizza – With a side of a hangover.

Saturday morning, I eat pizza for breakfast. I could have fried up some eggs like a normal person. But the pizza was calling me. I don’t know why exactly. It just was. I’d say it probably all started the evening before when I got hammered on Veurve Cliquot at the office, followed by a couple of…

Food! Beautiful food.

Eating has always been a significant part of my life. I grew up with Mum in the kitchen, claiming she couldn’t cook then effortlessly throwing out a spectacular spread. It’s how my family celebrate, we’re Jewish after all. We’ll find any excuse to eat. Jewish New Year isn’t complete without honey cake. On the ‘Day of Atonement’…