Travels in search of quiet eating
Hackney is an interesting part of town. It has fascinating residents. Consider the following. Left to right, armoured car, followed by tank and thirdly, happy yellow triangle with sunglasses. Then the military procession continues with a fortified vehicle. This is the district where Cornerstone has…
When people preface words with “da”, I cannot but help think back to my high school days where everyone would try to be a little “gangsta”. In such times, the word would seem to make things that much more hip. Strutting around school, prefacing…
Much as I love a hunk of dripping/smouldering meat, I have learnt that sometimes more vegetarian pursuits can be tasty too. In particular, bread can distract me from thoughts of a carnivorous kind. Sourdough baguette and whipped butter. A particularly beautiful piece of bread. See…
Life can seem sad sometimes. Like the time when you really really wanted that cookie but the man in front got the last one. Or when you were dreaming of the cool, creaminess of ice cream on a hot day but it instead toppled to…
I am well acquainted with the word Brat. Usually hurled as an almost expletive when I was growing up with my brother, it would not be my first choice for a restaurant name. It brings back too many memories of rather rancorous arguments. However, I…