Big plate chicken

Let’s time travel back to early last October, when DJ, Leonard and I were wandering around Beijing in sandals and t-shirts (The Enigmatic Mr S had also flown out to join us). It was our second day in Beijing and we’d already decided on the train into China where we going […]

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Walking in a winter wonderland

There’s nothing like a long walk in the snow to build up an appetite. And there’s nothing like a sleepy commuter town on a Sunday to bring you to your knees with despair if you’re trying to find somewhere to eat. For half an hour, […]

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Beetroot dip

In London’s grimly trendy East End there’s barely a shabby chic living room that hasn’t been filled with behatted and tight-trousered diners, eager to experience the illicit thrill of eating in a secret restaurant. The inverse ostentation of being in the know but keeping the details quiet made […]

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Afternoon tea at Brown’s

At 5pm on Saturday I was short a lot of Christmas presents and most of the food for our house’s Christmas party. But instead of weeping in the street, trying to garrote myself with tinsel, I went to Brown’s Hotel, sat in a […]

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Chuanr stand in Wangfujing Snack Street

2 weeks after we left Moscow on the Rossiya, DJ, Leonard and I arrived triumphant, excited and on time in Beijing. On the flight to Moscow we’d discussed which bit of the holiday we were looking forward to most. ‘Beijing,’ we all […]

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The awesome dining car on train 024 to Beijing

It’s 6am on the 8th October and I’m watching dawn’s fat pink fingers slowly work their way up the track outside Ulaanbaatur’s train station. I’m also trying to wipe the taste of the worst cup of tea from my mouth.

I’m […]

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Morning caffeine

A couple of weeks ago Leonard and I startled the staff of Mrs Marengo’s on Lexington Street by walking through the door at 8am. We were the only two women wandering the streets (unusual for Soho) and at that time of day it feels clean […]

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This is Mongolia’s idea of a vegetable soup

When DJ, Leonard and I arrived in Ulaanbaatur at the start of October, there was only one thing on our minds: buuz. We had declared our train trip the Holiday of the Steamed Dumpling and we were determined to eat as many […]

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Dough, dough and more dough

There is nothing like being denied something to make you want it. In Mongolia, it was vegetables. I don’t normally really fancy vegetables, I’m a carb girl. But there is something about being offered meat and dough or meat and rice all the time, sometimes […]

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Tea and jam One of the prizes that attracted fevered, martini-fuelled bidding at the Blaggers’ Banquet auction was afternoon tea at The Hidden Tearoom. The gracious proprietress of The Hidden Tearoom, Lady Gray, was at the Banquet and her descriptions of the cake feast that awaited the […]

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