The 1920s is the masterpiece of Time. Long gone is that era, an era that can never be revived. But push open the door of a magnificent three-storey Victorian warehouse just a stone’s throw away from the King’s Cross station, you step into a Bombay café right here in the heart of London.
Few days before I left for Netherlands, I received an email from Nuffnang asking if I could attend a pop-up food event in East London. I scrolled further down and Calcutta Street came onto my phone screen. Indian food! Oh, glorious, glorious Indian food!
Truffle pie, golden chocolate globe and a continuous flow of champagne at a press of the button. Hunkered down in a relatively quiet quarter of Soho, Bob Bob Ricard is likely to sweep you back into the decade of elegant and fine Roaring 20s’, a time of splendour and sustained economic prosperity, where people dance and dine and drink in whirls of jazzy smoke like there’s no tomorrow.
Opened since late 1950s, My Old Dutch has been around making families, friends and couples happy for more than half a century. They make sweet and savoury pancakes the size of a vinyl and celebrate Pancake Day every 12th of February.
If you are a regular at this lot of feeling that, on certain days, you are just adamant to try something new, only want a pleasant yet familiar taste, then this afternoon tea at the Gore Hotel is for you.
Now go put on some warm clothes and bring your brolly, because you are going to brave the autumn rain and come have a meal with me…
More than a week ago, before the drier weather set in, Q suggested that we enjoy the final flourish of summer sunshine on a rooftop. Leapt from the couch I did, full of glee and excitement, I would never say no to being On the Roof With Q!