Here I am, queuing for ramen, and I’m scared.
Noodles and Rice, Yoghurt on Ice
A ramen ambush, then a welcome visit to Pinkberry.
Attempt to use cabbage and not taste it, leads to lauding cabbage and apologies.
A tale of two meal kits (part one).
A lesson in turning myself off sushi for a million years.
The eight-year itch.
You don’t have to be sat in the window (or drunk) to enjoy SushiSamba, but it definitely helps.
Eating off the exercise.
“well you’re the one eating it so I don’t mind, I’ll have a bite”.
BAO is lauded across the city for the quality of its food, but also for arguably less agreeable accolades such as a recent mention in TimeOut’s recent ‘London’s best no-booking restaurants’ listing.
The European about town, Chapter One: Bonedaddies
It’s like one of my favourite ramen. It took me less than ten minutes to eat it, slurp it in, mmnn. Like the world didn’t matter anymore.
Fourth time lucky.
Siam Secret is a little treasure; attracting both Thai folks in search of authentic homely cuisine, and posh bachelors in search of a misplaced watering hole.
It means ‘River Country’, apparently.
A typically well-run Vietnamese café: swiftly expedited food, trotting across all tastes and whims such as phở noodle soup, the staples of duck, pork, beef, chicken and service with a smile.