Hell and Mrs O. This lovely little addition to Lantana Cafe‘s menu has been leasing space in my brain ever since I first laid tastebuds on it two weeks ago. It was so extraordinary that I came home from brunch and proclaimed my undying love in twittersphere so perversely that I was harangued about having been Read More →

Don’t ever leave me bored at home because dear god, look what happens. I went and recorded a video of me. Me. Talking crap. All hail Windows Movie Maker! Really, a tool with that amount of power should not be unleashed on people like me. Seriously. But… too late. Oh hi everyone I really do Read More →

I have been massively distracted lately. My one-track foodie brain has been occupied and while I am still able to ramble endlessly about  super awesome delicious cookie dough, I’m not really thinking about food. I’m thinking about one thing and one thing alone. Eric Northman. True Blood. Vampires. Eric goddamn-he’s-so-hot-can-I-bite-him-now Northman. Brooding. Emo. Nordic. Vampire. Need Read More →

There are only two Thai restaurants that I go to in London. That’s not to say that they are the best, but they are very good and consistently so. I mean, there are a serious number of dodgy Thai places in L-town, some that don’t even serve dessert *blasphemy!* and others whose service varies so dramatically that it Read More →

Three months ago, my friend Khrystyne and I had brunch at Giraffe on London’s Southbank. She was a billion weeks pregnant and massively swollen, which I thought was incredibly cute but Khrystyne wasn’t really a fan. Brunch was brilliant as usual as we sat in the warm(ish) London sunshine, drinking our hippy hippy shakes. When I got Read More →