Bad Santa's

Saturday was going to be your standard, lovely Christmas sightseeing in London day. My beautiful friend Bec was over from Australia with her boy, and we had nice plans involving the south bank, London eye, tower bridge, borough market topped off with watching the skating at Somerset House.

The first couple of Santa's we saw just looked quite cute - a few claphamites on a festive pub crawl perhaps. The 30 or so we saw at Waterloo suggesting something more was going on. These Santa's seemed nice enough though - harmless Santa fun.

As the day progressed the Santa's seemed to be getting a bit of wickedness in them - some had cans of stella strapped to their Santa belts. We saw a few Santa's going for a piss behind some bins. I'm not sure you'd be wanting these Santa's to come down your chimney.

What the hell was going on? I pride myself on my pretty damn good tour guide skills, i like to think I know London as well as the best of them. So where the hell was my invite Santa? Have the elves decided to exclude those above the age of 35?

At Tate Modern Santa's were rolling down the turbine hall - not sure the curator's had this in mind as the next exhibition.

I was starting to get sick of these bad Santa's, dirtying our streets and as we walked onto borough market the Santa spottings diminished. We supped our mulled cider in peace.

And then we made the mistake of heading to Trafalgar Square.........

Lordy! Christmas chaos. Today is going to be a good time to jingle bells to wake all the bad Santa's up. Santa is gonna be feeling fragile.

The party we didn't get invited to is called Santacon. It did actually look like a lot of fun. Next year.....

http://www.santacon.co.uk/

Some enchanted evening....

I'm a cinema snob - I twitch at the prospect of sitting in an odeon in Leicester square surrounded by people who have come to ' the west end' for a night out. Give me a poncy, small venue any day - if they serve booze at your seat all the better. I'm talking Picturehouse, the Lexi, the everyman and new favourite the Rex.

Imagine my delight then to see posh people's favourite cinema chain The Everyman were doing a festive run of films at their ' enchanted cinema' season. Even better it was being held at the old vic tunnels - a mere 15 minutes train ride from my house. The Everyman and I get along great - I sat in front of Liam Gallagher in Belsize park once and got upgraded with 10 friends to a private balcony area in the Hampstead one. As a brand I love it.

So after an interesting 20 minute walk inhaling spray paint fumes ( the tunnels are underneath Waterloo train station, we got stuck walking down a graffiti tunnel for a while.....) we arrived to this underground lair of winter fun. I wasn't really sure what to expect - but we got Sofas covered in sheepskin rugs, lit candles, cool wall art. We also got the friendliest team of staff, delicious cocktails ( try the earl grey martini, the lovely bartender gave us the recipe) and a cosy, cosy space.

After working our way through the cocktail list we head into the movie. It is a very atmospheric space ( trains rumbled above us) - but definitely one to avoid sitting behind a big strapping Norwegian ( or indeed a 6 ft plus any nationality) - the screen is pretty compact.

We had the classic Frank Capra 'it's a wonderful life' - god and on nights like this it is isn't it?We came out to fake snow falling and a folk band.

Standard London evening......

As the movie says no person's poor if they are surrounded by great friends......

Just make sure the tall one's are with you not in front

X

We watched:
http://www.everymancinema.com/oldvictunnels

We got the recipe for:
Earl Grey Martini
Infuse gin with a teabag overnight
Add 3 parts gin mixture to 1 part squeezed lemon and 1 part sugar syrup. Shake with ice. Drink and smile

Waffley versatile.......

Not many ad slogans stay with me - get mash, get smash; birds eye potato waffles though are up there....and the waffle theme ( Belgium last weekend, never had a waffle there) was in a full force at the beautiful, new venue Duck and Waffle.

Bit of a surreal moment before my arrival - I parked near Liverpool Street station- the men in front of me looked a bit shifty. They seemed to be putting harness's on - as I walked away - late for brunch - I realised. I'd run into two base jumpers - they were about to throw themselves off a building. Much better to go up one in a lift and have a coffee at the top - but each to their own.

Anyway back to the point - D&W is up on the 40th floor of Heron Tower in the city - the views I'd seen online looked tremendous - it's above Sushi Samba ( want to be taken here - hint hint - looks pricey) and offers food 24/7. The ride up there is worth it alone - I got there early so ascended the glass lift alone. Wow - quick ride. I'm not known for my love of heights - but it was fine. We picked a gorgeous, crisp blue sky day. This place was going to be special.

Wow - once you get into the venue you can't help but break into a massive, Olympic style grin. It's quite simply incredible. Fairly small venue, and the views are easily the best of any restaurant I've ever been in. I couldn't stop grinning. The staff were all lovely, and tolerated my isn't this incredible chat very patiently. Soph arrived, and I patted myself on the back for such an ace choice of birthday venue ( Soph's 40th had been a few weeks previously).

I'd looked at the menu online before arriving, I was having the English breakfast. Sophie was more adventurous and went for Colombian eggs with smoked salmon. My tea was lovely.

Food arrived quickly from the open kitchen ( fit chef - not that you're interested - but just filling you in) - highlight of mine were the trotter braised beans. The Colombian eggs looked beautiful. It's also the biggest bargain in town - for the price of a lipstick you can breakfast here.

I want to come every week, I want to bring my girls for cocktails, my dad for brekkie, My neighbour - everyone......

Next time I'm having the waffles - we'll have them together - you all have to come. It's firmly on the London brunch list. Sorry Wolseley you've been bumped.

The ride down's a bit stomach churning though..........

X

We brunched at : Duck and Waffle, Heron Tower, 110 Bishopsgate. Liverpool street tube.

http://duckandwaffle.com/

A winter pop up

I love the seasons - when Autumn gets close I start to remember all the hat/boot/glove combo's I can get going on and my end of summer sadness goes.

Then winter arrives and I get all carried away with the festive wonder that is Christmas in London. As long as no one makes me either go ice skating or drive in the snow - then winter as far as I'm concerned is almost as good as summer - with the added bonus of presents, legitimately spending Sunday's without leaving the flat and mulled stuff.

Mulled stuff and I had a lot of action this weekend. Pimms winter was out in force on Friday night and then last night it was pretty much doctors orders.

We'd booked a table at the winter temporary home of Forza -the Italian rooftop pizzeria in bethnal green. Only this time it was an Italian version of fondue, mulled brandy, and a beautiful peanut butter banofee ice cream from Gelupo. Individual hob's were at the centre of the tables and our cheesy concoction was accompanied by ginger pig delicacies ( ham, sausages), seasonal veg ( squash, parsnips, radicchio) and beautiful sourdough. A lovely sensitive singer rounded the evening off.

The cheese is so rich and creamy that apparently you have to accompany it with either wine or hot mulled cider.

When on a rooftop and all that.....

We ate at: Forza ( winter), location revealed on booking.

I became addicted to: pimms winter, Gelupo desserts, fingerless gloves.

Lobster obviously.....

A night out was planned at Soho Theatre to see a comic talk about romance and adventure. I'm not entirely sure the two go hand in hand, but I know what does go well with adventure - lobster.

The last time I had lobster was in Nicaragua, in a truly amazing island called Big Corn. Admittedly chosen because of its name the island is paradise and has the added bonus of Lobster being the main food source. So days of lobster soup, lobster curry, lobster on toast etc etc.

Back home my chances to relive those heady lobster days seemed limited. That is until a friend mentioned a new place in Mayfair called Burger & Lobster. Simple menu - burger or even lobster for £20. The place was permanently heaving. So they opened one on Dean Street just down the road from the theatre we love. Perfect.

I'd made a reservation for us girls , so we smugly walked past the people being told it was a 90 minute wait. It's a big space, noisy and full of happy diners. Turns out our options included more than just lobster or burgers. Choices are:-
1. 10oz burger with cheese & bacon, fries, salad
2. Lobster in a brioche bun, with a Japanese dressing , fries, salad
3. Lobster grilled at the end if you like, served with lemon and garlic butter, fries, salad

So the choice was obvious right? 4 lobsters, and a burger for the seafood hating friend.

Plastic aprons were dished out, what looked like nut crackers issued. Within 5 minutes the juicy fella's had arrived - wow. Instantly transported back on holiday. Utterly delicious. The most beautiful plate of food. Burgers looked tasty ( but pricey?)

We ate quickly ( tricky with a lobster) and rushed up to our theatre show. The comedienne tricked us with the romance and adventure theme - not strictly true more like scraping through life dismayed by what the Tory government were doing and attending socialist rally's. Probably didn't seem like a good time to blurt out that we'd just spent the evening drinking cocktails and eating lobster...............

We ate and drank at:
http://www.burgerandlobster.com/

The damage was £32 with a glass of wine ( drinks are pricey ish £8 for aG&T). Lobster is amazing value.

We laughed at:

http://sohotheatre.com/whats-on/josie-long/

Art Deco loveliness

Some days go well from start to finish. Saturday November 3rd was one of those. After spending the morning looking at a beautiful flat and finding an area in North London which is neither too pricey nor likely to result in me being stabbed, I go to meet the girls for lunch.

I'm a big fan of both The Wolseley and The Delauney - the perfect brunch venues - so was keen to try the newest member of the gang - Brasserie Zedel.

Set underground in the fabulous 1930's Piccadilly hotel - the space is incredible - wonderful chandeliers, beautiful old pictures. It felt wrong to be wearing my jeans - where was mum's flapper dress when I needed it.

Lower in price than the W and the D, service isn't quite as impeccable, but the space makes up for it. It's very very grand, bustling and relaxing.

I had the prix fixe menu - a massive bargain at around £12 for a cucumber salad ( better than you'd think), steak hache and frites and a coffee with 2 little cakes. Happy.

I think the Delauney remains my favourite, but if I'm short of cash, ill definitely be back.

X

Brunch love

The older I get, the more brunch is my meal with friends of choice. Strong link to me being knackered most evenings. But it's also the best part of the day right? Anything is possible in the morning - could be the start of the best day of your life.

I've been to the exmouth market branch of Caravan a few times - ace coffee, relaxed and fresh, exciting menu. They recently opened a branch in a renovated grain store near the canal in an area which is undergoing a renovation project in kings cross.

I was picking a friend down from the North up for the weekend; giving me the perfect excuse to try it out. It's a ten minute walk from Kings Cross station, and has a beautiful spot. When we arrived at around 1 on a Saturday there was a queue - a good sign for them as the space is huge.

We waited at the bar , where the 3 staff serving drinks all did an exceptional job of avoiding eye contact with all customers - so we were still waiting for a drink when our table came up 20 minutes later. Not the best start but hey it's a beautiful venue - industrial, yet warm. Buzzing without being noisy. The tables are all well spaced. Our waitress was lovely, drinks arrived immediately ( good smoothies, exceptional coffee as you would expect - they roast on site).

Ali ordered raclette and spinach French toast, I went for leek rarebit. Both utterly delicious, reasonably priced and a great place to spend a few hours. We left happy. They just need to sort out the bar service.

Battersea gets a tiny bit cooler

Those of you that know me will know well enough that I'm anti posh. Saying that I appear to live in the middle of posh land. Fun as it is to mock / try and trip up all the little and big tarquin's roaming around the place - most weekends I escape to the east or north for a morning coffee.

So I was intrigued to read about a local coffee spot which was considering venues in Shoreditch and ended up in erm well clapham junction. This place was within 10 minutes of where I live. Quite unbelievable.

So in true south london style ; me , my ugg's and my gillet ( someone shoot me please, and ideally before I start bleaching my hair and get a labrador) head on over to check it out.

The colours are good - Grey with some sunny yellow - the design of the place is warm yet rugged; cool yet still comfy and welcoming. It made me think of how many of my friends would like it ( Maartje and Nicky especially).

My flat white looked beautiful - little bubbles on the surface, we both ordered a ciabatta with egg mayo and smoked bacon - it turned up in galvinised steel boxes and baking sheets - tasted completely delicious and made me smile. Tea was served in a sunny yellow cup, milk in a minature milk bottle.

It's love, I'm coming back - just don't let the yummy mummies know.

x

http://www.timeout.com/london/restaurants/venue/2%3A30697/birdhouse