You can tell how good it is by the length of the queue. Most Saturday lunch times at my dear Borough markets you’ll have to part with at least 10 minutes to get your hands on one. Milling around it you’ll find all sorts with big cameras, fanny packs and wide eyes. There’s a sound […]
Eating out – London
It’s pretty darn hard to beat the pleasure of a four hour lunch. Once they were the domain of advertising executives and frock wearing ladies sporting lipstick a curious shade of coral. To me they are now a sure sign that it is Saturday. On Sundays there are shirts to wash and phone contracts to […]
There are certain places that so quickly begin to feel like home. The welcome is warm and friendly. There’s somewhere to hang your coat. Wine comes swiftly in squat little glasses. You start to feel at ease.This is what happens to us when we return to St John. The first lunch we had at St […]
Somehow we ended up at Little Chef Popham for breakfast. It wasn’t really planned. Off we went in an unfamiliar rental car in the teeming rain. We were attempting to cross London in peak hour with a malfunctioning GPS. Two hours later we pulled up at a service station for petrol and wine gums with […]
This is the one where I become a convert to parfait. Donkey said it best. “Parfaits! Have you ever met a person, you say, “Let’s get some parfait,” they say, “Hell no, I don’t like no parfait”?” (Shrek, 2001) Until a week ago, I was that person. I just didn’t get parfait. It always seemed […]