E5 Bakehouse
As the warehouses and railway arches are slowly filling up with more than dusts and cobwebs, I think we may soon run out of them. I wonder if such an environment is particularly conducive to good things as I can think of quite a few…
Travels in search of quiet eating
As the warehouses and railway arches are slowly filling up with more than dusts and cobwebs, I think we may soon run out of them. I wonder if such an environment is particularly conducive to good things as I can think of quite a few…
There seems to be something strangely attractive about Notting Hill Gate. It seems to be running on a different time from the rest of London with stately mansions, high end cars parked on the side of the road and particularly well shod citizens in the…
Apparently Nopi stands for North of Piccadilly. With such a clever play on words, I expected the food to be short and precise, reflecting the name of the restaurant. The dining room, with white and minimalist decor in a high ceiling cavern only served to…
Things in life are relative. Especially food. I can think of that time when I have starved for two days during a youthful poorly planned camping trip. When I emerged out of the wild, instant noodles were like ambrosia to me. On the other hand,…
When I was a kid, I quickly learnt that storming off in a tantrum rarely seemed to help me. Screaming, shouting and trying to embarrass the parents would get me precisely nowhere. In fact, it would be counterproductive as I would then be subject to…