It’s not every day I bake the biggest, pinkest, gayest cake I’ve ever made. And it’s not for just anyone that I would do that either, but this was a special occasion. My friend Melissa was getting married… in Australia. Why was I making a cake in London? Well, it’s all very complicated… and this … Read More →
It’s the little things that make me happy. Blue skies, hugs and matcha kitkats. What really makes me happy though is roast duck, especially roast duck from Four Seasons. Despite the bad service (although, staff at the Queensway branch are infinitely more polite than the Chinatown branches, but that doesn’t say much) I keep going … Read More →
When someone suggested we have a “sticks” themed pot luck lunch, it piqued my curiosity. Fun with sticks? Sticks? Really? Really. Not that I am opposed to sticks. Growing up in Australia, our BBQ was fired up on an almost weekly basis so meat on sticks featured heavily in my weekly food diary. Not that … Read More →
It’s been a while since I made anything matcha huh? Sorry about that, life’s been kinda… hectic and all that and I’ve also discovered that Candy Cafe in Chinatown makes a matcha ice cream smoothie – I KNOW! – so I haven’t had to make my own! But over the weekend I got the matcha … Read More →
Remember when I said I have the memory of a goldfish when it comes to recalling what stood in the place of a newly opened restaurant? Oh right yeah, that was just two days ago. Anyway, Monday night I’m at Cay Tre’s new Soho restaurant happily eating away when somebody says, “hey, what used to be … Read More →
You know what’s pathetic? What’s really pathetic? I’ll tell you what. It’s Friday night and I’m out having dinner with friends. No, that’s not the pathetic part. We have dinner at Cay Tre, before moving onto Candy Cafe for dessert. I have a matcha ice cream smoothie. That’s definitely not the pathetic part. The pathetic … Read More →
I haven’t had time to go through my squazillions of photos from Venice, but here’s one that sums it up nicely. Sitting on our hotel’s private dock, eating one of manymanymany gelatos. And wearing stripes. I wish I was back there right now.
I’ve never been sentimental about restaurants. As much as the fact that I live for food, I don’t care where it comes from, as long as it tastes good. Restaurants come, restaurants go. And more often than not as soon as a new one opens, I struggle to remember what stood in its place mere … Read More →
At some point towards the end of last year, I changed roles at work and it’s all been well and dandy until this week when I had to be involved in budget meetings. Me? Budgeting? I know. Pick your jaw up off the floor because it gets worse. The meeting ran over the course of … Read More →