Scottish haggis purveyors Deeney’s made an appearance at Finsbury Avenue square today.
Like about 98% of the population, my New Years resolution was to get fit. Going to the gym seems to be the easy bit at the moment – eating the right food before and after seems to be a minefield when you’re at work and at the mercy of takeaway lunches or dodgy canteens. I am a greedy b*****d too which doesn’t help.
Luckily, every lunch-peddler in the city seems to be pushing some kind of health food range at the moment, so I thought I’d put Pod’s to the test.
Upon opening the ‘Protein Box’, the strong smell of fish and dill smacks you across the face, the kind you only smell from slightly-past-its-best fish. Chopped raw salmon (offcuts?) is mixed with way too much dill, and just tastes a bit… Dodgy. 3 boiled egg halves (what happened to the 4th?) are just eggs, pretty hard to screw up. Next to them are about 10 watery little prawns, a bit like the crayfish u get in those industrial sized Costco tubs. And last but not least, weird wet chicken that looked like canned salmon.
In conclusion, barely a mouthful was eaten before I gagged and binned it. £5.50.
Hmm. I wanted to try the new Beer & Buns pop-up which is a stones throw from my office, but they are currently only open in the evening. Craving KFC (Korean fried chicken) now, a quick Google for nearby places brought up Jubo (also evenings only according to their website) and On The Bab.
After a longer-than-planned walk, I arrived and immediately wondered what possessed them to name it this. I assume it’s a play on a Korean word (‘bibimbap’? Something to do with rice? My Korean is non-existent) but it sounds like either a term for a dirty kebab when pissed, or a euphemism for when aunt Irma visits…
One of three new casual lobster joints to open in central London this past month, Smack Lobster Roll Deli is probably the one with the best credentials. Coming from the people behind the hugely popular and ever expanding Burger & Lobster (who have recently crossed the pond to New York), they have decided to take the best item on their limited menu and turn it into a fast food concept.
After meeting up with friends in Soho, it promptly began to chuck it down. We got to Chinatown at precisely the wrong time, queues for dim sum snaking out of entrances and around the shop fronts.
It looks like Summer is over, which, to me, means it’s time for slow cooked, falling off the bone meat. Short ribs are a little scary to most people, but they are one of the most versatile cuts of beef you can buy because they can be sliced thin and grilled quickly (e.g. Korean galbi) but are also perfect for slow braises like this.
Meatopia returned to London for the second time this weekend, this time spread over 2 days, allowing double the dishes and calming down the obscene queues from last year. For those who aren’t aware of what Meatopia is, here’s a quick spiel – it was founded by one of my food heroes, Josh Ozersky, a writer, author, editor and general meat fiend based in New York, approximately a decade ago. Having followed his work through magazines like Vice and Esquire, as well as his own channel Ozersky.tv, I am delighted that his events have now become a fixture in London.
Just a quick review. I managed to snag a ticket to a preview of Byron’s latest special – if you are a burger fan and haven’t signed up to the ‘Burger Club’ yet, I suggest you go do that now. Now they have chef and burger fanatic Fred Smith (of Admiral Codrington fame) creating for them, the specials are usually pretty cool.
Heron Tower was completed in 2011, and dominates the Bishopsgate skyline along with St Mary’s Axe, aka The Gherkin. After gawking at the AMAZING fish tank in the lobby for a few minutes, we snuck into the small entrance to the side and shot up to the 40th floor (2 above the swanky Sushi Samba) in the outward facing glass lift, so fast our ears popped repeatedly.
I used to work in a pretty culinary-forsaken corner of London called Holloway. Apart from the few excellent – and cheap – Turkish restaurants and bakeries, it was a sea of scary looking greasy spoon caffs. Because of this (and the generally grotty feeling after eating kebabs and greasy gozleme every day) I often found myself trekking down to Upper Street in Angel for something different.