On our fourth day in London, my girlfriend and I wanted to experience afternoon tea. I was recommended many places for tea time, including the Ritz and Claridge’s. But on this day, we’d been roaming around London in shorts and sneakers, and we just didn’t feel like trekking back to our airbnb to change into high tea-appropriate wear, so we ended up at the Rose Lounge, mostly because we were already in the area. The Rose Lounge turned out to be exactly what we were looking for: true afternoon tea
Happy new year, everyone! As we say goodbye to 2015, I’d like to take some time to reflect and thank all of you for following me on my journey since MasterChef, and beyond. Having readers and fans makes life that much more fun and dynamic. As crazy as my life may get, I still like to stay in touch with my followers through social media; I still read 95% of the comments on my blog, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and YouTube. I may not get a chance to respond to everyone,
How do the Brits not fall into food coma after eating this? Maybe it’s because their adrenaline is still running high from being yelled at by the man taking orders behind the counter. I don’t know if he’s the owner, but he’s authoritative, whoever or whatever he is. Right when we entered, I heard his booming voice calling for patrons to hurry up and pick up their dishes at the counter. The place was bustling, and the Breakfast Nazi was in full swing, taking no bullshit from nobody. This was
Sorry for the lack of posts this month. I’ve been in Vietnam on some wild adventures. I’ve also come up with a new direction in which to take my blog, and I’m excited to share the new format with you in 2016! Patience you must have, my young padawan.
On our fourth day in the UK, we have our first true, hearty English breakfast. How do the Brits eat this in the morning without falling into food coma afterwards? Much like the English bacon that came on our plates, the owner/man taking orders behind the counter was quite salty. He reminded me of the Soup Nazi on “Seinfeld” because he barked at customers who held up the queue or deviated from normal ordering and dining standards. At least it was a memorable experience. More next time on the food
My, how time flies! It’s already holiday season again. Before I can even say, “Happy Thanksgiving!”, it’ll be 2016. But first things first, let’s talk entertaining. I’ve always loved having guests. I held summer barbecues at the apartment pool in college, cooked Thanksgiving for extended family when I was 22, and host dinner parties today. Every Thanksgiving, the hubs and I throw a big leftovers potluck party the Friday after. We ask friends and neighbors to bring a leftover from the day before, we fry some turkeys, and everyone has
Our third day in London was one long food crawl. We started with street food, then went to a fancy department store complete with its own fancy food hall where we bought fancy picnic bites to be consumed in Hyde Park, and finished off the evening with perhaps our favorite meal in London.
The weather was gorgeous: sunny but mild (to us Houstonians, at least—the headlines in London that day claimed the worst heatwave in a decade). We headed for Borough Market, the food stall mecca of London, but unfortunately, the market mostly thrives from Thursday to Saturday, and today was Monday. Most stalls were closed, but I managed to try a Scotch egg and an Indian dosa.
The first time I came to London, I was 22, fresh out of college, and traveling on a young backpacker’s dime. This meant I ate a lot of hostel breakfasts and fast food. I was later told London is home to the best restaurants in the UK, and now that I have a little more money in the bank, I was able to splurge on food beyond cold cereal and Big Macs (which, if I recall correctly, tasted just like their American counterparts). On day 1 of our UK &
Here’s day 2 of my UK and Ireland summer holiday. We take a day trip to Salisbury to visit Stonehenge. It was everyone’s first time seeing the ancient wonder of the world but mine. I couldn’t even see or touch the rocks, so I was pretty disinterested, but I’m a team player, you know? The day was chilly, and while waiting for our train back to London, we ducked into an inn for a pint and a steak and ale pie. Dinner back in London was Indian and Pakistani food,