Tag: chicken

Bunsik

Bunsik

I’m a sucker for fried chicken. It is not something that wanes day to day, is dependent on the temperature or the weather.  It is always a deep yearning in my soul.  That is, as long as I haven’t just eaten too much of it. 

Buns & Buns

Buns & Buns

I have always been extremely wary of restaurants which look like tourist traps.  In my younger days, I was often lured in with promises of traditional and culturally appropriate food available for my eating convenience.  As I grew older, I would try to not willingly 

Bab Mansour

Bab Mansour

Bab Mansour promised to be a quieter (and more relaxing) meal.  At least on account of not many people being around for Saturday lunch. Or perhaps things were more subdued just because August is the quiet period for eating out in London.  Hence part of 

Lucky Buns

Lucky Buns

I feel like I need a bit of luck, especially on the eating front.  My last few visits have been plagued with pain (stomach), fear (apprehension of being robbed) and piercing insight (the metal in my mouth).  So a lucky meal for me would be 

Mambow

Mambow

I like to walk around friendly neighbourhoods.  I don’t mind edgy, up and coming, or artsy ones, as long as they are not “exciting” ones where I have to flee for my life.  Such heart-thumping events are generally not conducive to extended existance.  You could