Brunch at The Allotment Kitchen

Sometimes its fun to have brunch with a side of pig, and not the bacon kind. I speak of my brunchtime visit to The Allotment Kitchen at Stepney City Farm, so perhaps it’s not ‘on the side’, adjacent maybe? Either way, what a lovely Saturday morning activity. I guarantee you that looking at chickens happily…

A tale of two (dairy free) soft serves

I love ice cream. Unfortunately, probably in part to my Ashkenazi Jewish roots’ propensity for lactose intolerance, ice cream really doesn’t like me. And while that’s disappointing (who doesn’t like to be liked!) it does make finding a delicious alternative that doesn’t send me running for the bathroom something of a fun challenge. TMI? It’s…

Stopping time at Xi’an Biang Biang Noodles

On a sunny jubilee weekend, I went to Cambridge for the day. It’s a lovely university town, full of history. Old college buildings, the punting tradition – pushing yourself on a boat around the river with big, long stick. There are picturesque meadows with cows that appear to belong to no one ambling past and…

Home cooking, quarantine style

Isolation – It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Weeks on end stuck at home, unable to delight in my favourite marmite, schlossenberg and spring onion pastry from Pophams, accompanied by a posh coffee. No ramen from Tonkotsu, or hunting down new places to find fresh pasta. No languid Sunday…

Casse-Croûte

I suppose if the bare minimum skills of a food blogger is that they are able to tell you exactly what they ate and how much it cost then I have failed in this post before I have even begun. The truth of the matter is that I simply have no idea. I don’t know…

Unwrapped: Help Refugees presents – Majeda’s Choose Love Kitchen

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…

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…

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…

An Ode to Gaby’s Deli

I was in Leicester Square a few nights ago on my way to watch ‘2001 A Space Odyssey’ and walking past the Gaby’s Deli, I learnt to my horror that they had closed down just a few weeks prior. When I first moved to London, knowing barely anyone and practically friendless, going to Gaby’s made…