Just 5 minutes ago, I was craving for a thick creamy coronation chicken and fat golden scotch eggs. But now, I would kill for a pot of beef rendang with rice. Welcome to my world – one that is constantly oscillating between the East and the West, and unnervingly filled with episodes of hunger and anger.
What to do on a Friday night in London? You can sashay into a West End theatre or contribute to East London’s gentrification. But trust me, nothing beats witnessing the union of American Rock’n’Roll with Japanese food (and porn) at Flesh and Buns in Covent Garden.
This post is a few months overdue, but Time doesn’t make it any less memorable. I was new to braces and the decision to visit Brussels was not the wisest one. Moules et frites (mussels and French fries) and crispy waffles…
Chips that look like churros, salmon that is in fact tomato, brownie that turns out to be a steak. A creative restaurant in Paris, Privé de Dessert makes your main courses look like dessert.
How about a brunch in Brussels? On the rooftop of the Musical Instrument Museum. You can let your hair down and deck out on your Sunday best. The wind will be gentle; the sun will be there. The light will cast beautiful shadows on our plates as we clink glasses over a full table scattered with breadcrumbs and specks of salt and pepper.
I did The Best View of Béziers before so I thought I would do the same this time since I found an equally enchanting one here from York city wall. I promise they are going to take your breath away…
York is an enchanting city in north-east England, a medieval city that seems to have escaped the steely claws of industrialisation that is booming around and within it. There is a 13th-century Roman wall which spirals round the city, like a strip of bandage encircling the homes and the shops and the economies and identities of the English society.