Eat&Read is a weekly round-up of yummi-news from around london and the blogosphere, every Sunday.
It has been abit of a winter wonderhell this past week, yeah the snow has been alot of fun but it completely destroyed my shoes ( I bought new clarks for work yesterday ) and forced me to take a day off ( mixed feelings as I enjoyed the lie in but loathed 9 hours less vacation time..) work. By saturday – I’d managed to catch up on most of my mandatory spreadsheet staring, met a couple of beautiful and lovely bloggie lasses and somehow managed to find myself on a food tv show, ah the precarious life a humble food blogga.
Welcome to the first sunday eat&read of february ladies (and gents).
Eating.happenings here on london eater
This has been one of the better eating weeks as site traffic began to pick up and food bloggers have re-started communicating with likeminds again. I produced four posts this week.
Life is good and food is still good when I paid a visit to Arbutus last Friday with my pals over at metrotwin.
I also wrote up a review about the mozzarella bar in Selfridges ( eat cheese while you watch women pick their next overpriced handbag ) Obika; yes they fly the white blobs in at least three times a week which means that it’s expensive.
The little bay in Farringdon is letting you eat anything you want and letting you pay anything you want. No joke, article here. So, what do you think your meal is worth…..
Yes. That’s been the big news all week: England was hit by the worse snowstorm in two decades and here in London we had a good 3 inches of snow that wrecked havoc on all public transport. Like all things in this country, disruption equals impromptu public holiday. Oh how I wish my fake fireplace burnt real wood. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to snap pictures of snowy London (believe me, the blogger part of me is in tears right now…) but it really was beautiful outside. I made huge snowballs from the snow covering the cars parked outside my street and selectively threw it at pretty ladies walking by hoping that could lead into an opening pick up line. Unsurprisingly, that random act of hopeful(less)ness failed – but with no catastrophic consequence. I must re-read my little blue book regarding ‘The fine art of small talk’.
I received a rather cryptic email from a man from ITV asking me if I’d like to participate in a new cooking show on tv called Taste The Nation. I was close to putting this in my junk mail folder until I googled it and it turned out to be the real deal. So I said yes and a couple of days later I receive a phone call from the production crew:
“Is this… KANG?” says woman with the estuary accent.
“YES” says me.
“Do you know the….LOCATION.”
“Um..no.”
“It is in…. FULHAM FOOTBALL CLUB. Do you ….. know it.”
“YES.” …. and 24 hours later I’m in the presence of too many cameras and am sat on a table with a japanese food writer, a novelist and a couple of lads who help organise lavish partays for fallen investment banks (that’s where the bailout money really goes) but the most interesting person I met on the shoot was a retired and very worldly Hotelier just back from a trip to Indo-China. He spoke of his lack of confidence in Mark Hughes and how he thought Sven was a real charmer: The man used to be a shareholder in Man City, get it? Thanks for the invite Ben and great to have finally met ya Lizzie.
The TV show is abit like a cooking version of X-factor and I saw Nick Nairn (woo.) and Rosemary ‘Lady to Ladette’ (in that order). Didn’t manage to snag their Hancocks but I did get a taster of food cooked for ‘TV’ and refrained from turning into the next Simon Cowell when the camera swung my way for comments about the stuff I tasted. I wasn’t too keen about screen time and I’m hoping the edit room will be kind and not turn my vox-pop into a mangled foodie from hell sort of thing , thankfully I was sat on a table with a couple of folks who seemed desperate to prove they are TV material by summoning all kinds of adjectives to describe how food tasted ‘awful’. I hoping their ‘performances’ are going to outshine my own. Like I said – being ‘the entertaining one’ on reality tv is not quite that funny.
And on that note..
Expect a write up on Abeno too and the Cafe Rouge on Friday and Tuesday (yes, in that order) respectively in the week that will be upon us. Until then, happy eating folks, the sun is out in London and I’m going to Wesfield – have a great end to the week.
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Eat&Read is a weekly round-up of yummi-news from around london and the blogosphere, every Sunday.
It has been abit of a winter wonderhell this past week, yeah the snow has been alot of fun but it completely destroyed my shoes ( I bought new clarks for work yesterday ) and forced me to take a day off ( mixed feelings as I enjoyed the lie in but loathed 9 hours less vacation time..) work. By saturday – I’d managed to catch up on most of my mandatory spreadsheet staring, met a couple of beautiful and lovely bloggie lasses and somehow managed to find myself on a food tv show, ah the precarious life a humble food blogga.
Welcome to the first sunday eat&read of february ladies (and gents).
Eating. happenings here on london eater
This has been one of the better eating weeks as site traffic began to pick up and food bloggers have re-started communicating with likeminds again. I produced four posts this week.
London. happenings around the Smoke
Yes. That’s been the big news all week: England was hit by the worse snowstorm in two decades and here in London we had a good 3 inches of snow that wrecked havoc on all public transport. Like all things in this country, disruption equals impromptu public holiday. Oh how I wish my fake fireplace burnt real wood. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to snap pictures of snowy London (believe me, the blogger part of me is in tears right now…) but it really was beautiful outside. I made huge snowballs from the snow covering the cars parked outside my street and selectively threw it at pretty ladies walking by hoping that could lead into an opening pick up line. Unsurprisingly, that random act of hopeful(less)ness failed – but with no catastrophic consequence. I must re-read my little blue book regarding ‘The fine art of small talk’.
I received a rather cryptic email from a man from ITV asking me if I’d like to participate in a new cooking show on tv called Taste The Nation. I was close to putting this in my junk mail folder until I googled it and it turned out to be the real deal. So I said yes and a couple of days later I receive a phone call from the production crew:
“Is this… KANG?” says woman with the estuary accent.
“YES” says me.
“Do you know the….LOCATION.”
“Um..no.”
“It is in…. FULHAM FOOTBALL CLUB. Do you ….. know it.”
“YES.” …. and 24 hours later I’m in the presence of too many cameras and am sat on a table with a japanese food writer, a novelist and a couple of lads who help organise lavish partays for fallen investment banks (that’s where the bailout money really goes) but the most interesting person I met on the shoot was a retired and very worldly Hotelier just back from a trip to Indo-China. He spoke of his lack of confidence in Mark Hughes and how he thought Sven was a real charmer: The man used to be a shareholder in Man City, get it? Thanks for the invite Ben and great to have finally met ya Lizzie.
The TV show is abit like a cooking version of X-factor and I saw Nick Nairn (woo.) and Rosemary ‘Lady to Ladette’ (in that order). Didn’t manage to snag their Hancocks but I did get a taster of food cooked for ‘TV’ and refrained from turning into the next Simon Cowell when the camera swung my way for comments about the stuff I tasted. I wasn’t too keen about screen time and I’m hoping the edit room will be kind and not turn my vox-pop into a mangled foodie from hell sort of thing , thankfully I was sat on a table with a couple of folks who seemed desperate to prove they are TV material by summoning all kinds of adjectives to describe how food tasted ‘awful’. I hoping their ‘performances’ are going to outshine my own. Like I said – being ‘the entertaining one’ on reality tv is not quite that funny.
And on that note..
Expect a write up on Abeno too and the Cafe Rouge on Friday and Tuesday (yes, in that order) respectively in the week that will be upon us. Until then, happy eating folks, the sun is out in London and I’m going to Wesfield – have a great end to the week.
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