A few nights ago I went with a friend to visit Padella. I had been meaning to pay them a visit for a while, but had always been dissuaded by the queue which snaked most nights in an orderly line down the street. Even on a Monday. I’m really not a fan of queues, and…
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Don’t worry, i’m alive. Just dealing with a little health kick.
I’ve been pretty rubbish at updating the blog lately, and i’m feeling a bit guilty about it. The truth is though, that i’ve just been so uninspired. I’ve not eaten anything particularly exciting, or been anywhere new and fun. Also, i’ve been trying this new diet. No, not diet. Let’s call it a ‘healthy meal…
Victor Montes – Pintxo in Bilbao AKA. Unidentifiable things on baguette.
Victor Montes is definitely a must when visiting Bilbao. You really get everything you’re looking for. A fantastic humming atmospere, delicious Spanish wine, and a bar top laden with traditional Basque style pintxo. If you don’t speak Spanish you also get some hilarious lost in translation moments thrown in for free. It was all pretty fantastic…
Cakes at the Caumont centre d’art, and an unwanted Turner exhibition.
On our second last day in Aix en Provence, we accidentally went to a Turner exhibition. ‘Accidentally’ is overstating it. We intentionally walked there, and obediently bought our tickets at the entrance. Happily walked through the lovely rooms full of elegant furniture. Took an obligatory mirror selfie. And wound our way up and down a…
Korcarz – A hunt for the latke of our dreams, and Rabbi Yosef’s advice.
About ten years ago, I spent a weekend in Paris with my parents. I remember that it was the middle of winter, just before Christmas. To say that it was cold would be and understatement. It was ccccooooolllllddd. My mum insisted that we ride around the city on the top open air part of a…
Le Bouillon Chartier
We cross the lights on Rue du Faubourg-Montmartre in the 9th arrondissement, and Bouillon Chartier rises up to greet us. A monolith from another time and place. I’m only in the courtyard but I feel like I might be whisked away from the entrance in a ’20s style Rolls Royce a la Woody Allen’s ‘Midnight in Paris’…
Mildred’s Vegetarian Soho – A flavourful taste sensation
I once spent six months as a vegetarian. It was a reaction to working in the kibbutz kitchen when I lived in Israel. My job, especially on a Friday before the Sabbath, was to lop the limp, dangly necks off a few hundred chickens, and stuff a mixture of potatoes, herbs and spices up their…
Moro – A North African and Spanish style riot of flavours AKA. Post work-out treat
On Wednesday I went to a HIIT class. For the uninitiated, that’s High Intensity Interval Training, involving squats, push ups, dumbbells and so on. Basically, some guy with more steel than Robocop yells “You can do better!” while you run around like a demented hamster, sweat every last bit of salt out of your body,…
Gaby’s Deli – A delicious capsule within time’s changing landscape.
1971 was the year that decimal currency was launched, the first Mr Men books were published, one of my favourite TV crushes Damien ‘he’ll always be Soames to me’ Lewis was born and a fresh pound of turkey (apparently!) cost fourty pence. It was also the year that Gaby opened his eponymous deli on Charing Cross road,…
Bibigo Soho – Where the chefs are behind glass in a chef’s-bowl
Monday was just delightful. One of those rare summer days on London where you can lounge in the park until nine and not even realize the time. Until you get hungry. Then it’s time. To ‘forage’, and find. Try new things. “It’s too hot” my friend says “but I really feel like Korean. Let’s go to…
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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