Arthur Hooper’s (a convivial Borough Market local, with no need to queue)

Just the mention of smoked almonds had Alicia sold on trying Arthur Hooper’s. A second visit (with Christy) was unplanned – driven by the madness of the Padella queue (3 hours? Who are you kidding?) – but cemented my good opinion of this newish Borough Market local. On both visits, the staff were a bit […]

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Fera at Claridge’s (we came, we saw, we ate everything)

We had to ask the sommelier to repeat the name of the wine. It wasn’t that we didn’t catch it, it was that Alex and I wanted to hear him say Almansa Garnacha Tintorere Albahra again, in his delicious accent. We’d have asked for a third time too, but just managed to summon a shred […]

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Supper at The Gentlemen Baristas (“take my wedding ring off good”)

It was pretty inept to miss all the food at Flat Iron Square. But after meeting a friendly soul with a corporate bar tab (thanks Canadian James!), one glass of prosecco turned into two, and then into three glasses. And then it was almost 10pm, we were tipsy, there was no food left, and we […]

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The Borough Market Cookbook Club (and the fruitless search for fresh sour cherries)

Getting hold of sour, or Morello, cherries in July, when you live on the doorstep of Borough Market; easy, right? It didn’t occur to me that a market stocking, well, everything from pomegranate molasses to ostrich meat, wouldn’t turn up the goods. But much scouring of every fruit and veg stall turned up not a […]

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Temper (“oozy, cheesy, smoky, spicy, meaty goodness”)

“I’m the aged cheeseboard” declared Caroline, identifying with the menu at Temper a little more than anyone could have expected. Laura too: “pickled onion pork skin” was the dish which most resembled her, she volunteered. Before the rest of us had to continue this bizarre and unflattering game, the drinks arrived. Laura was in charge […]

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Bar Douro (a bit underwhelming, but with a side of serious decor envy)

My disappointment was born of high hopes. I love Flat Iron Square. It’s stumbling distance from my flat (note: I did only have one glass of wine but still, proximity can be handy). And Bar Douro’s reviews have been amazing. So I expected to be blown away, and arrived in just that spirit –  excited […]

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Olive Grove pop-up at Union Street Cafe (Subterranean olive oil cocktails in Southwark )

It’s an artfully-urban basement bar with exposed vents and pipes, still more artfully dressed as an olive grove. It’s also rather lovely. Our supremely enthusiastic and rather intense waitress bounded over to explain the olive-themed cocktail list to us. She had strong views about what we’d enjoy (“really herby!”; “really strong!”; “really smoky!”) and managed […]

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Cinnamon Bazaar (chaat, chilli and curry leaves)

At the sight of the papdi chaat, Alex let out a little yelp of pleasure. And it was indeed a divine beginning: a perfect plate of sour tamarind, crunchy papdi, cool yoghurt and chilli. Although not quite as divine as this revelation: “I wanted to be a nun until I was 15. No make that […]

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Lucas Maes (Elegant dining in Tenerife, or “the fat was delicious on that pig!”)

2016 felt somewhat like the end of days. Some sunshine seemed in order, to see in a (hopefully) better new year. And so off to northern Tenerife we set. I enjoyed the cuisine, revolving as it did around rather delicious papas arrugadas – Canarian wrinkled potatoes – and garlic with everything, although the first mouthful […]

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Petersham Nurseries (gourmet grub in a glasshouse)

If you don’t enjoy a visit to Petersham Nurseries, then there’s something wrong with you. Even if you’re not fussed by food (in which case, there is something wrong with you anyhow, and you must surely be reading this blog by mistake) it’s such a beautiful place that a wander round the garden centre and […]

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