In October, I got to live out a lifelong fantasy of mine: going to Tokyo. And let me tell you, it was everything I imagined it to be. Cutesy Japanese voices squeaking out the speakers of every random bits & bobs store, tiny sushi bars, the wildest street style and Hello Kitty everything! I'd especially been excited about trying Japanese cuisine, from udon noodles and ramen to wagyu beef and yakitori, and OMG it did not disappoint - shocker.
What was on the menu?
Veggie mezze of falafels, cheese bourek, houmous, yoghurt, olives, pickles and radishes
Chicken and apricot tagine, aubergine tagine, butter beans in a red sauce, fatoush salad, rice
Walnut baklava in sticky syrup
Around mid-October, I was spending a lot of time working “hard” and my natural instincts were to GET THE HELL OUT! I was feeling a winter trip somewhere I could proper freeze my tits off but still be ecstatic about being there. At the time, my cousins, who grew up in Staten Island, had just come to visit for my sister’s wedding and they’d gassed up the idea of a New York trip a little bit too – BIG UPS.
Last May I took my lovely little mum to Rome for her birthday. She’s a devout Catholic and I’m a devout PIG so I thought: where better to take the old dear for three days?.. Exactly.
If you like your coffee served dairy-free and with a side of pastel delights, then Palm Vaults is for you. A haven for pink-obsessed vegetarians, the colourful café stands out next to the local shops on Hackney’s Mare Street. When it originally opened in April 2016, it was a vintage clothing company selling vintage clothes and furniture, as well as plants and flowers.