From effortlessly refined at Heron Tower, to unashamedly filthy in Shoreditch; our second brunch in London was a little more down to earth than our previous venture. Having spent the evening previous drinking warm bottles of wine in Victoria Park whilst tunelessly singing along with Matt Berninger at All Points East; our original plans to … Continue reading HotBox Brunch
Special occasions call for a very special breakfast. Now this special occasion could be a birthday treat or a toast to exemplary news, but for us it was a Saturday, we were in London and we were very hungry. And if that doesn't deserve a very special breakfast, I just don't know what does. Duck and … Continue reading Duck and Waffle
What if I told you, you didn't have to be a size 8 to be happy? I know, mic drop right? What if I told you happiness couldn't be found in a number?* *unless that number was 2-4-1 on your favourite patisserie snack in M&S I witnessed the power a number can have over some … Continue reading Extra Fries and Exercise
Who doesn't need a new pizza spot in their lives? Especially when you find yourself horrifically without a table on a Saturday night when you've decided at the last minute that what you both fancy is a proper Neapolitan pizza, and you've exhausted all of your efforts in finding space at your usual favourites. One … Continue reading Proove Pizza
A long Bank Holiday weekend positively begs to be celebrated with a good brunch. With a friend's birthday to celebrate and 5 girlfriends all miraculously free on the same day at the same time; we had arranged to meet at Cottonopolis in the Northern Quarter for a date that would combine a birthday brunch with … Continue reading Cottonopolis
Manchester in the sunshine is simply glorious. Smiles are more rife than hay fever, wool coats which were worn just last week are replaced with loose linen and camisoles and restaurants open their bi-folding windowed doors, allowing life to spill onto the streets in a deliciously "summer fete" fashion. I was working away one Friday … Continue reading Tariff and Dale
Thursdays are the new Fridays; or at least that’s what I tell myself as I blow my fringe upward away from my newly glistening forehead - the result of which is from seeing JUST HOW MUCH the bill has come to after my friend Dariane and I dine at WOOD on a Thursday evening. Because … Continue reading WOOD
