I don’t even know where to begin this post. I never thought I’d be in London for the 2012 Olympics. I never thought I’d be dining in the Claridge’s ballroom…
“Was it worth it?”, one man asks the latest person to exit past the long line of hungry diners… We’re about to clock 45 minutes in the queue at Bubbledogs…
I found myself back in Istanbul last week. In the middle of what can only be described as a truly international love story. Australian girl, living in Jordan, meets Texan…
It’s been a long time between treats, of my favourite chocolate and coconut coated sponge kind. Too long in fact. So it’s with great pleasure that I bring you the…
I’m trying to remember the last time I was at Gowings. It was probably 2005, and I was there to look for some item of camping gear to take on…
I know I said Moroccan food wasn’t just about tagine and cous cous. But for one meal, everyday, a tagine was. And not just at my table. A tagine (or…
