Category Eating out

Nostalgic eats to keep you rocksteady

I like avocado toast and matcha lattes as much as the next greedy food enthusiast, and I do genuinely find food trends exciting, but sometimes I just want things to stay THE SAME. I feel bereft when traditional restaurants and caffs which had been doing great things for years change hands and get their soul […]

The Nordic Bakery

I rarely get any time to myself, ever. That’s just how life is when you have two small children who are as ever-perplexing and unpredictable as tiny, furious dictators. Any time to be alone is like gold dust – even if it means a dental appointment. A bus or tube journey where I don’t have to […]

Brunswick House Cafe

Ever experienced the delights of the Vauxhall Roundabout in South London? It’s a sprawling, huge endless loop of busy roads, with a bus station plonked right in the middle looking like a metallic Soviet space structure. Railway tunnels house warren-like nightclubs, storage facilities and the odd cavernous restaurant, such as Nando’s. The Vauxhall Tavern holds […]

Farewell to a legend: Boyce da Roca

Above: sweet potato and apricot cake with lemony cream cheese frosting. I am heartbroken: Boyca da Roca, my absolute favourite cafe haunt in Crystal Palace, closed its doors for good today. Mark, the owner, had to admit defeat in a difficult climate – he told me that since he opened two years ago on Church […]

Amsterdam: where to eat

So. The UK ‘Brexited’ nearly two weeks ago. What a complete balls-up. Rewind 10 days and I was either hugely sad or screaming STUPID STUPID at the top of my lungs. The brilliant writer Emma Beddington has summarised just how I feel in her hilarious blog post where she decrees a new parliament run by mirthless owls. […]

One night in Peckham

I do love a visit to Peckham, even though these days it appears to have more in common with Notting Hill, what with property prices smashing through the roof. I should know, I tried to buy a house here five years ago, and bid a hasty retreat! In Peckham Rye there are now boutiques selling […]

Theo’s Pizzeria

I’m having an affair with a restaurant called Theo’s. I mean, I am inside my brain. I spend a lot of time lusting after their Neopolitan-style pizza, when perhaps I should be thinking about doing something important like, um, opening my boring mountain of post and reading about insurance. Theo’s pizza makes shivers go up […]