Frank’s Campari Bar

After falling in love with Frank’s on my last visit I finally managed to organise a return trip to eat my way through the menu with A and J and Housemate Number 3. I arrived early, as is my want, a settled down for a sneaky […]

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Waterstones’ board of meat

Last Sunday Ma and Pa Gin and Crumpets came to London for their irregular trip to the Royal Academy’s  Summer Show. I love the Summer Show. Firstly, because all the art has prices. Art without prices makes you ask yourself questions […]

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FM Mangal

The kebab shop. It’s a treasure, isn’t it? Open all hours dishing up food with levels of fat, salt and spice powerful enough to cut through all that befuddling alcohol and really let you enjoy your meal, no matter how much your brain has tried to disengage from […]

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Optimistic didactic signage

Wanting to feel both hip and to the hop, I took a trip to Frank’s Cafe and Campari Bar on Friday. It’s a pop-up bar and restaurant that’s sitting on top of a car park in Peckham until September. Pop-ups are the innest thing right […]

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Aubergine and potato curry

Normally my lunches are leftovers or optimistic combinations of whatever I find in my fridge, cupboard and pasta bucket. But sometimes I just go to bed or wake up lazy (or both) and can’t be arsed to Tupperware up something nutritious. It makes me […]

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Plate of meze

The turning of the year is marked, for me, by food events. An excess of chocolate and fruit buns at Easter, an upswing of apple pies and crumbles in autumn, a glut of mincemeat at Christmas. For the last four years the start of summer […]

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Jerk chicken on the barbecue

After the wedding, the hangover. I knew action had to be taken quickly and efficiently, before my mind caught up with how my body felt. I also knew the Lambeth Country Show was on, which meant one thing: jerk chicken with rice […]

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