Oklava

Oklava

So I ended up returning to the City on this fine day.  Weekend that is.  You may wonder WHY I would return to a place with frenetic stress-inducing activities on the weekend. Food of course. So, a 10 minute walk from Liverpool Street we found 

Toconoco

Toconoco

Sometimes, I feel so very tired when people hear I love Japanese food and they say “I love sushi too!”  Maybe in the same way, if I heard someone say that they love French food, I should say “I love croissants too!”  I just feel 

The Gate Islington

The Gate Islington

So I decided to dare to try. Vegetarian. I love meat more than the other guy but I thought I had to give herbivores a chance. Bread basket.  A fairly standard offering.  The bread was decent but not outstanding.  Although the olive infused bread was 

Dirty Bones

Dirty Bones

I had a very interesting invitation pop up in my inbox recently.  For a cocktail mixing masterclass and brunch.  Neither of which are generally up my street, so I admit to being rather apprehensive.  Worries of being sucked into some unforgiving American gala full of booze and 

Dishoom Carnaby

Dishoom Carnaby

I was spending quite a while thinking of not trying to sound like a food blogger in this post.  However, some people seem to think that I can’t, even if I tried.  So here’s my attempt at a dual post.  My attempt at sounding like what