Category Archives: friends
learning a cocktail lesson
We should all be semi-professional chefs. Bombarded by recipes, cooking demonstrations and entire food TV channels, there really is no excuse for a ready meal. But cocktail instruction is less easy to come by. Which is why a learned friend … Continue reading
One Night in Camden
Camden is somewhere I usually avoid. But I do have fond Camden memories from my teenage years, hanging around the market and the rancid pubs feeling oh so cool in ripped jeans and DMs. However last night – partly for … Continue reading
Coya: The last (Peruvian) supper (of 2012)
Cough, sniff, yawn. I am vowing to learn from my going-out-mistakes. I mean, honestly. It’s so obvious when you think about it. From mid December, we should all stay in, toast marshmallows by the fire and darn those socks. But … Continue reading
Memories of Vingt-Quatre (VQ)
Sometimes memories are best left as images from the past. I remember many a hilarious night (early morning) spent at Vingt-Quatre, 325 Fulham Road. The legendary 24-hour diner was a perfect option when going home just didn’t seem fair. Screams … Continue reading
