If you find yourself in the East End at a loose end, visit Hackney City Farm. There are your typical farmyard characters to visit (great to amuse small children), fresh produce to buy and if you’re more my way inclined, then you’ll be most enticed by the option of a homespun breakfast. Frizzante, the…
The Grand Imperial London is, rather perplexingly, situated within the Grosvenor Hotel at Victoria station and is well hidden in plain sight of the road. I say this because despite passing through Victoria station almost every day, I’d never once noticed its presence, nor had it ever occurred to me to look at what lurked…
I bet you’ve never heard of a dress up brunch – Betty Blythe is an unashamedly feminine set of tea rooms with 1920’s dress up boxes set in the quiet of suburban Olympia. We’re here today for Brunch – and we have the place to ourselves. All the better for getting stuck into the delights of…
If you’re going to do afternoon tea in London, the Ritz is the place to do it. The quintessential English favourite, it’s easy to see why it occupies the position it does. The team room is pure glamour – high ceilings, golden chandeliers, a bower of flowers alongside clinking china, hushed conversations and the scraping…
If the Queen had a local, this would be it. Classy, elegant and only a stone’s throw from Her Maj. Prior to this day, the only thing I knew about the Goring was that Kate Middleton & co stayed here for her last night as a (relative) pauper prior to her big day. I must admit,…
Tayyabs, a short walk away from the usual hubbub of Brick Lane, has built itself a bit of a reputation as the best Indian food in London. The prospect of the much famed queues has always put me off though, however when our team at work organised an early 5:30pm dinner, we managed to get…
30 years old and I’ve never seen a seaside quite like this one. I’ve lived almost my whole life by the sea – firstly Malaysia, then Singapore, then New Zealand (although for the sake of the rising inflection in my accent, let’s just say that I am from down under). So I am no stranger…
To say that Meze Mangal isn’t much to look at might be stating the very obvious (And being rather generous with the truth), but here’s a lesson in why one should never judge a book by it’s cover. A rainy Sunday (Is there really any other kind) late lunch still sees the place heaving and…
I have to admit something. I never really know how to pick a restaurant in Chinatown. And after the end of what was a pretty horrendous week at work, friend A & I just wanted a Chinese food comfort fix and we weren’t fussy about where we got it. Enter Royal Dragon & Karaoke restaurant…
Saturday night. Soho. You can almost feel the waves of trendy washing over you. 4 of us descend on Mele e Pere, enchanted by the twinkly glass Apple, Pears and Tomatoes in the window – which gives the place an air of the gallery about it. Incidentally I’ve now googled Mele e Pere and discovered…
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