What a good few days! As a card carrying carnivore, this was an interesting one, but a week with no meat has been much easier than expected, and actually really good at times.
Minus one annoying dinner at Blacklock where even the chips are not veggie (beef dripping, mmmm..) and I had half a sweet potato and some kale, I’ve done work dinners, cooking, snacking and food tours (part of my job) with no real problem.
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I know I’m a bit late to the party with this one, but seeing this week that there now over half a million vegans in the UK (a rise of 360% in the last 10 years) got me thinking, and I want to have a go to see how hard it is – how much you can eat in restaurants, whether I’m tired all the time and how much bacon and cheese I really get through.
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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.
Continue reading A lazy week in St Lucia
I have popped into to a few of Jamie’s restaurants over the years, and whilst I’ve found some of his concepts to be fab, others are hit and miss (there are only so many times starters appearing on giant cricket bats is a fun novelty). However, an evening at a meat and BBQ joint in the city is not to be sniffed at, and sounded right up my street. Continue reading Butchery at Barbecoa
Brunch is fast becoming my favourite meal, and I love that there are so many options and that breakfast no longer needs to be based around sweet and sickly foods that are based around pastry, or huge greasy fry ups – although obviously they have their place. I’m not one of the avocado brigade but there’s definitely something to be said for a fresh, vibrant start to the day, and The Barn, Holloway excels at it.
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Like most of the population I love a good brunch. On the one hand, I think it’s lovely at the weekend to wake up not hungover – the older I get the more I appreciate not having the pounding head, stuck-together mouth and vague sense of dread – the money spent, ridiculous things said, people offended, weekends gone – and the less fussed I am about missing huge drinking sessions.
Continue reading Carioca Brixton: A smug weekend brunch
Suvlaki is a little Athenian grill on Soho’s Bateman Street, run by Athenians (always helps) who manage to create a warm, friendly atmosphere while keeping it all casual. And completely delicious. It’s been open since July last year, and I’d had my eye on it for a while but hadn’t quite got round to it, saturated as the Soho eating out market is, and given my propensity to go for the same thing every bloody day – must stop this.
Continue reading Suvlaki: Greek street food in Soho
This post is long overdue, and I was going to say that after Christmas when you’ve been scoffing non-stop for a month (and well into January) it’s nice to have something fresh and light that’s still packed with flavour while not being remotely salad-like. But actually there’s no excuse or reason needed for a bit of ceviche, and Senor Ceviche has some of the best.
Continue reading Senor Ceviche: Kingly Court
It’s fairly obvious to anyone with eyes that there’s no shortage of burger joints around town, particularly in areas like Soho where the concentration of eateries is congested to say the least. I’ll be honest and admit I would never order a burger on a mixed menu, mainly as I’ve had so many that are rubbish, one in particular springs to mind, from a stand at the fireworks display in Brockwell Park last year. Dry, overdone patty, bland, not-so-fresh bread and that’s all there was to it. I know trading to thousands out of a box in a park when it’s 2 degrees constitutes extenuating circumstances, but plenty of others manage it excellently.
Continue reading BRGR.CO: Soho
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.
Continue reading Boneyard: Shoreditch