Brunching in Notting Hill

Notting Hill is my favourite place in London. There is just something about the roads lined with white pillared houses, the blossom on the trees amongst, the pastel colours of terraced houses along Portobello Road. And if that doesn't make it tranquil enough then just to make Notting Hill even more perfect there's a wide the range of cafes and restaurants providing brunch.

Dirty Bones!

A couple of days ago I had the pleasure of trying out Kensington's, and potentially London's, hottest new addition to the restaurant scene.

Valentine's Lunch!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! 

I'm sending you all internet love and hugs.

Despite how ridiculous I find the concept of only celebrating love on one day of the year I don't see any harm in an excuse to share the love with anyone and everyone. 

So go out and make someone smile. Or if you need the courage provided by a Hallmark holiday to tell someone how you feel then why the hell not. 

I spent my Valentine's Day lunch with Katie, at a new eatery in Mayfair called Drunch.  

Cocktails and Tacos!

Remember a little while ago I visited the downstairs restaurant at La Bodega Negra? If not you can read it here. It's okay I understand you don't all have wonderful memories. 

This afternoon Juliana, Marcus and I decided to go for a little post-lecture Mexican and cocktail afternoon to relieve our boredom from the previous two hours, and where better to do so than La Bodega Negra cafe?

Brain soothing strawberries!

So this blog post has come about as a result of an entire day, slash, maybe the last 4 months, of degree-loathing. 

A loathing of reading articles and books, that to be quite honest I really have very little interest in.

I had a moment today (also potentially known as near insanity), where I decided that instead of the mind-numbingly dull articles I was supposed to be reading, I needed to leave the house and do something a little more creative.

Something that wasn't killing off every creative cell left in my brain. 

Something like writing. Something like eating. Something like writing about eating.

What would you eat to soothe your brain from the mundane facts of the language of securitisation? (I am still unaware as to what this language is, however this is besides the point)

STRAWBERRIES!