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At school I was always piss poor at Chemistry. The bloody hundreds of elements, with their peculiar properties, atoms, bonds and god-knows-what else bamboozled me and teenage Lucy, braces and a middle parting, looked nothing but alarming in goggles and…
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Vietnamese has never been a cuisine I have much delved into. Funnily enough, the Yorkshire dales never nurtured much of a food scene for it. And so, on reading a most impertinent review by A.A.Gill, Critic for the Sunday Times,…
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Arriving in London in September, I was swept away by our capital’s food scene. Never had I lived somewhere with a food scene of such tremendous proportions. Tens (and tens squared) of markets, multitudes of producers and armies of chefs….
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Sunday April 27th and I am strolling through the gritty, cool and somewhat industrial streets of North East London. My mind lies in the East. Memoirs of ginger, chilli, galangal and coconut, scented memories of shrimp paste, jasmine and lemongrass…
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Upon graduating from University and awaiting my relocation to the bright lights and smoky streets of London, I was regaled with tales of the London dating scene. From what I was told, hoards of eligible single men, straight designer-stubble jawed…
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The other night I went to a very special place. I don’t think I’ve said those words since my gap year, though in an entirely different context and it probably wouldn’t be all that appropriate to discuss that right now……
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Last Wednesday saw me undertake a most unexpected journey. Nor do I refer to the dread commute to central London, nor the erroneous 1 mile trek that Google maps sent me on down Euston Road. Last Wednesday Head Chef Rees…
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