Where’s the middle in age?

Excuse me, I’m having a moment. A ‘where am I going? ‘what’s next?’ ‘how old is middle-aged?’ type of moment. Yesterday I blew out the candles, Lady Y’s perfectly chocolate birthday cake has already been polished off and I’m that inevitable year older (than 42). So here I am left having some sort of moment.

On a morbid mission, I found myself turning to Google, questioning: life expectancy for women in the UK and the search engine (which practically sang happy birthday to me yesterday…) today spat out some awful age younger than my very sprightly parents. Wikipedia was no better, informing me that ‘middle aged is the period of age beyond young adulthood but before the onset of old age.’ Now, no one can honestly persuade me that I’m still in young adulthood. Surely that time passes when your tiny toddlers don’t sleep and, to be honest, anyone who partied their way through ‘young adulthood’ will know that that morning after feeling properly signifies when this period of your life is well and truly over.

As I dug further, I found that various attempts have been made to define middle age for all those having a moment. Is this because we are all desperate to fight its onslaught? Or would all those 60 year olds KILL to be middle aged again?

One particular source advised that we should divide our predicted life span into thirds. But I’m not sure that this is the answer. From what I can remember, the first third was spent wanting to grow up. The second I spent clearly oblivious that I had indeed grown up. And the third… oh dear… is absolutely why I am now having this moment…

This article first appeared in my Mum About Town column in The Lady Magazine.

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Bobo Social on Charlotte Street

Bobo Social, Charlotte Street

It seems we just can’t get enough of these new-age high-end burgers. The latest opened up on the advertising foodie trail (aka Charlotte Street) a couple of months ago and after Grace (Dent) and Fay (Maschler) had both given it such an over-sized thumbs up, I sniffed along (with some burger buddies) to try my bite…

Bobo Social, Charlotte Street

Boho Social is the first solo project from Mike Benson and Jacinta Maddison. Benson comes from a Sticky Fingers and Supperclub background while Maddison is post advertising/marketing career.   They’re friends but not ‘together’ – I was nosey enough to enquire.

Mike Benson, founder, Bobo Social

Mike Benson, founder, Bobo Social

And ‘tis true the burgers are really good, but (big warning here – I’m now officially OLD at 43), so I did find the restaurant a smidgen noisy and most definitely ‘young’. So I wouldn’t necessarily rush back there on a Saturday night (unless of course I didn’t  want to talk to my fellow diners).

Jacinta Maddison - the other founder… talking to the chefs at Bobo Social

Jacinta Maddison – the other founder… talking to the chefs at Bobo Social

Here is my interview with duo behind the joint:

How long has Bobo Social been cooking?  Mike and I have been discussing various ideas for about 2 years and settled on the concept of Bobo Social about 18 months ago when we decided Charlotte Street would be the perfect location for us.

Isn’t a burger always going to be viewed as fast food?  Part of the reason we set up Bobo Social was to expel this old way of thinking about the burger. So many incredible restaurants feature a burger somewhere on their menu now, and what we are doing here is to really go all out on making the burger part of an enjoyable and relaxing 3 course meal!

Boho Social burgers

What has surprised you about running your new business?  The amount of hard work you are able to put into something that you are passionate about and how little sleep you can survive on!

Where do you (both) love to eat?  I really love Dim Sum and Sushi, so I love places like Ping Pong and Tsunami. Mike loves a good steak, so Gaucho and Hawksmoor are winners there!

one of my burger buddies

one of my burger buddies

Describe the London restaurant scene. Vibrant, forward-thinking, rule-breaking and constantly changing.

Why are your burgers better than others? Our indoor charcoal oven really adds a huge amount to why our burgers taste the way they do, plus our rare-breed beef and fresh, local ingredients are key.

Are you more shabby or more chic?  I think it’s a real mixture, which is why it works. We don’t want any pretentious here but we also love the finer things in life, so it’s getting the balance of that.

How do you unwind after a hot kitchen? A nice glass of red usually helps!

What can we expect next from you (as a team)?  We hope to open a few more Bobo Social’s in the next few years, so keep your eyes peeled!

Bobo Social

So there you have it… oh and if anyone else (like me) wasn’t sure, bobo means bourgeois bohemian – making these burgers specifically designed for the free-spirited posh… who also like it loud.

Bobo Social 95 Charlotte Street, London, W1

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Rabbiting on at Rabbit

As I drove in the direction of Chelsea, I could (mostly) only think of Patch English (RIP) and his sweet furry face. I presume his owner, one of my favourite readers, won’t even be able to read this review, let alone stomach the name of the Gladwin brothers’ latest eatery, Rabbit.

Rabbit Restaurant in Chelsea

But, did you know that back in the 1940s and 1950s rabbit meat was as common for dinner as chicken is today? And, crucially, it’s the meat that saved many tummies through the lean times of the Depression.

Readers – you know my eating habits only too well and it will come as no surprise to you that I got over any rabbit issues before arriving at my destination.

Rabbit restaurant in Chelsea

Rabbit restaurant in Chelsea

So, yes, those clever, posh and damn hardworking Gladwin brothers weren’t resting at The Shed (which opened two years ago). Often fully booked, attracting multi-generational Notting Hillers to share plates of seasonal farm produce, I can clearly see what all the fuss is about. But a whole new location, not a million miles away, with similar sharing plates? I was concerned and dashed South to see whether the boys are spreading themselves a little thin….

this is the front of a tractor… but now hanging from Rabbit's ceiling.. in case you were wondering

this is the front of a tractor… but now hanging from Rabbit’s ceiling.. in case you were wondering

I met Claudine Davies for dinner. A client, inspiring entrepreneur, Meeting of Minds guest and absolutely (after all these years) a friend, Claudine has appeared in previous blog posts. Moreover, an obvious guest for the evening seeing as Biondi Couture is just down the (King’s) road and anyway we had a few items on our agenda to tick off.

Claudine Davies of Biondi Couture

Claudine Davies of Biondi Couture

As is always the way with those you work with, conversations tend to focus on the urgent. But actually, it’s brilliant to ignore this for once and simply share a meal. That way you can really find out what’s going on in each other’s heads.

Rabbit's rabbit ravioli

Rabbit’s rabbit ravioli

Covering new gymwear (forget Lululemon and watch this space!), collaborations, bikini styles (her bread and butter), future plans for the Biondi own brand and, of course, holiday plans, we ate and nattered in equal measure.

venison with onion squash, honey, pennywort and sunflower seeds

venison with onion squash, honey, pennywort and sunflower seeds

As it turns out, Rabbit isn’t so different from The Shed. Majoring in British ‘wild food’, it’s a little less quirky, a bit more Chelsea but every plate as farm-to-table as it’s brother venture. The food (particularly the venison and rabbit ravioli) is blinding. There’s no doubt about Gregory raising of livestock in Nutbourne, West Sussex, nor Oliver’s talent in the kitchen. And manger Richard is … well, that Chelsea boyfriend I never managed to hang onto.

Rabbit restaurant

Oliver at Rabbit restaurant

Oliver at Rabbit restaurant

As I got home I posted a Rabbit picture on my Instagram feed. One of my followers was keen to let me know that his ‘offspring’ love to eat at Rabbit. Clearly, they never met Patch.

Rabbit 172 King’s Road, SW3 

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film review: Whiplash

Miles Teller is one lucky man. The 27-year-old who tormented us with his intensely brilliant jazz drumming last night, at the London premiere of Whiplash, almost died seven years ago in a horrific car accident. Left with blatant scars across his face and neck, the talented musician had been with his friends when their car rolled (actually flipped eight times) before he flew out of the car window. Unconscious and covered in blood, his friends thought he was dead.

Whiplash London film premiere

spot the red carpet umbrellas.. never a London premiere without a full-on down pour!

This story only adds even more drama to Damien Chazelle’s film. Focusing on the intense relationship between Andrew Neyman (Miles Teller), a super-talented young jazz drummer at a prestigious music college, and Terence Fletcher (JK Simmons), his brilliant but extremely torturous teacher, Whiplash is quite a masterpiece.

Whiplash London film premiere

In fact, as the film develops, Fletcher is no less than sadistic. His tyrannical music sessions are breathtaking to observe (I literally couldn’t breathe) as you wait for his explosions to occur.

Chazelle, himself, was an aspiring drummer and the film echoes some of his own experiences. It has already won the Grand Jury and the Audience awards at this year’s Sundance Festival and Simmons is tipped as a hot Oscar favourite for his portrayal of Fletcher.

Miles Teller at Whiplash London film premiere

But it’s Miles Teller who gets my vote. His astounding performance struck such a chord (excuse the pun) with me as I often wonder how destructive ambition can prove to be. But then maybe Teller has already shown us that he is somewhat indestructible?

Whiplash will be released nationwide on 16th January 2015

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