I’ve never bought into the dry January/detox thing – what a rubbish time to do it! I had a boss a few years ago, a lovely guy called Roger, and he always did dry February instead, on the basis that January is miserable enough already without the bleak prospect of lentils and no booze. It’s something that’s kind of stuck with me, and in that spirit ( albeit in early Feb) me and Ian headed off to Dip & Flip in Brixton, home of meat, gravy and other lovely things.
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You might have read about Mr Shericks’ shakes before. They are thick, luxurious, delicious and unmissable. Good job then that they’re giving away a whole cool bag full of their most popular flavours!
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This week I was introduced to TG Green Tea, a range of teas and iced teas that launched last year with the aim of shaking up the healthy drinks market.
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I tend to be a bit wary when it comes to big chains – it’s hard to maintain quality and personality on a big scale, which I remember reading was why Bone Daddies are looking to keep to just a few, something I can respect. But Drake & Morgan I’ve always found to be slightly different. Yes they are huge, and have recently become even bigger through buying tired City drinking group Corney & Barrow. But each venue has its own personality, the staff aren’t drones, the decor is fab and the food delicious (minus one very beige platter at the Folly once).
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I first tried one of Mr Sherick’s shakes whilst hungover at an event by The Food Sauce. When you’re slightly shaky, a bit knackered and bloody starving, there is little better than a thick, sweet shake packed with creamy deliciousness and the added extra bonus of little bits of lovely brownie, meringue or biscuit. The good news is that they are equally good when fresh and sober, as I discovered this week.
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My mum has been wanting to go to St Lucia for about the last 20 years.. no reason in particular, she liked the look of it all that time ago, and decided that one day the three of us would go for a week of girly time, and pretty much eat, drink rum and lie down in the sun a lot.
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I’m going through a serious rib phase… I never used to like them as thought they were always chewy and stringy, with hardly any meat, just bone and fat. Since being educated by the Foxlow shortrib a while back, I seem to be ordering them more and more, and was very happy to be invited to Boneyard to feast on some of theirs.
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I haven’t been to The Globe Theatre since a school trip circa 1996, and from what I remember it mostly involved walking around in the rain for a good 7 hours, and then standing knackered and soaked in the theatre for what seemed like another couple of days. While my 12 year old self only seems to have retained the negatives, my 30 year old self was very happy to go back and spend some time there, namely in the beautiful adjoining restaurant, Swan at the Globe, with my old friend Emily.
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In the spirit of being over 30, we had a last-minute change of heart re attending a Halloween rave in Hackney last weekend, and instead decided to go for a country adventure in the New Forest. A random choice perhaps, but it’s near enough to London to go for one night and I’ve heard great things form various people – plus the weather looked great. So the bikes were chucked in the back of the car, we grabbed all manner of sweets and snacks and off we went.
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It’s finally that time of the week! I’m getting old and as such quite enjoy a Friday night in the house, with some good food, red wine and some decent (or rubbish TV). Having had copious amounts of wine and Prosecco lately, I’m moving onto home-made cocktails, something I haven’t really been into in the last couple of years. Too many things to buy, too much faff, let’s just get Prosecco etc etc. I’m not by any means a mixologist (AT ALL) but having recently done a fab mojito masterclass, the floodgates are open for being a bit more creative than opening a bottle (which is probably a screwtop) and pouring. Enter the whiskey sour!
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