La Zoccola del Pacioccone – Amsterdam

La Zoccola del Pacioccone or The red wine district is not too much bigger than a hole in the wall. A traditional Italian style pizzeria with plastic tables and chairs, a hand written menu, nick nacks on the walls. It looks like it hasn’t changed since the 80’s, which I suppose is part of it’s…

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…

Maitre Choux – South Kensington

Sunday I decide to pay a visit to Maitre Choux. The branch in South Kensington is a small space with very limited seating and hardly any character save for a few interesting hanging lights and the eclairs themselves lined up to attention like colourful soldiers. That’s fine, for a first visit, the eclairs really are…

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…

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…

Omelette Arnold Bennett at Balthazar

Sunday morning I meet friends for brunch at Balthazar. We are promptly seated in a cosy booth next to a quartet devouring some deliciously flaky looking pastries. Coffees are ordered, and champagne. Our neighbours second course arrives at the same time as our coffee. They place their pastries to the side and hoe into their plates…

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….

‘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…

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…