Morito

Morito

I felt that with the unfortunate demise of Barrafina, tapas in London was not just going down the toilet but instead mutating into something worse.  Something not without taste but rather, too much of it.  I had been wowed by tapas while in wet but 

Ikoyi

Ikoyi

I used to think there was rice and then there was rice.  It was either edible or burnt.  Growing up in the Southern hemisphere, it was a necessary staple to any home cooked meal.  There wasn’t really that much to say about it and it 

Patara

Patara

The good thing about being young is that things are only just starting.  There is so much more to come. When I first started cooking, in desperate need of nourishment (I was a smaller man then), I was a rather ineffectual cook.  Luckily, my new 

Violet Cakes

Violet Cakes

Space is at a premium in this cosy little cafe.   The word cosy always makes me laugh somewhat.  As you could otherwise call it cramped, squashed or mole-like.  Yet, cosy is a much more palatable word conveying warmth and happiness.  Although, in this case, I 

Lime Orange

Lime Orange

Whenever I hear the word orange, I cannot but think of the last particularly stand out memory connection.  It involved somewhat over zealous application of rub on sun tan.  So much so, that said user looked like they would glow in the dark.  I thought