Scilly Lobster


Words really cannot describe my feelings when I look at this photo; none will do it justice!

For a very, very long time, we have been researching when and where we can get the perfect lobster roll. Having never had one before, the idea was idealised and heightened to a point where no roll would ever be good enough…or so we thought.

As perfect as the situation may sound, we weren’t expecting it at all. After a long walk around St Martins, Isles of Scilly (which just so happens to be my favourite place in the world) we were thinking about our appetites, and came across a sign for a cafe called Little Arthur…which served lobster rolls.  Being on the island for a family wedding, it didn’t look likely that we’d get to go. Boats were leaving early, lunchtimes were full of family affairs and evenings reserved for dancing to some classic wedding tunes. But, with luck on our side, and as my photo has already suggested, we made it!

Oh. My. Gosh.

I have never tasted anything like it. Sweet lobster, caught the previous day by the fisherman who is also the postman. A beautiful bun, baked by the islands bakery not 100m from the cafe. And to top it off? Apple juice pressed by my Great Uncle at his Vineyard 100m in the other direction! Looking out over the sea, on a misty lunchtime, there were no words, just a shared look that confirmed we’d found our lobster roll.

We already knew we wanted to go back, the islands themselves being supremely beautiful and holding many memories for me, but this just made us even the more eager to get back as soon as possible.

Thank you Scilly. Thank you Little Arthur. Thank you Lobster.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOne more to whet the appetite !


Hipster Hummus at Kanaan

Whether you call it hummus, houmous or humus, this is the best.

Happy Hummus Smiles

Whilst in Berlin, a friend recommended that we try this place, as she’d recently discovered it and couldn’t rate it highly enough! I am now passing the word on.

It was the best hummus either of us have ever had. Full stop. Served with a sort of potato fritter/bhaji with a salsa salad on top, it was so creamy and smooth with so much flavour. I used to think a coarser texture in hummus was great, but this place has change all of my hummus perceptions.

We sat outside in the garden which is also a sandpit, with brewing clouds overhead, and very quickly made our way through our shared bowl…I’m just sad we didn’t have time to go again!

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Baileys in the Bathroom

On a recent visit to Norfolk, Ross and I went to a pub we’d heard a lot about from his family – a pub with a bit of a difference.

Deciding to head for a pre-dinner pint, we thought it was about time we checked this place out. Owned by an avid art-collector, The Gunton Arms is full to the brim of famous artwork. There’s David Bailey shoots in the gents and naked sketches by Lucian Freud hung above doorways.

thumb_img_7724_1024A sneaky photo in the Gents

Not to mention the erotic ladies painted on dinner plates above the bar, done by Tracey Emin herself specifically for her friend, the owner.


This collection of artwork is arranged in a beautiful, otherwise traditional pub set in a historic park near Cromer in North Norfolk. Visiting on a misty evening gave the interior a perfect warmth, lit with more Emin neon’s and a nice glass of Merlot.

img_8076Trust Me…it’s worth a visit!

I’m looking forward to heading back for some food on our next visit. We watched as steaks were cooked on a griddle over the open fire in the dining room, meaning you can ask the chef for your exact preference, giving yet another level to this unique pub experience.

One thing I would say though – maybe don’t take your elderly Grandma!


I’ll be at the Allotment

On a recent visit to Manchester, my friend recommended we visit a bar she’d been meaning to try out for some time. Having already been to a dodgy bar that served steins and had sticky tables and ending up in Nando’s for supper because we failed to book a table on a Saturday night (rookie we know!) everyone was hoping for somewhere a bit different.

The bar was called ‘Allotment’, which suits my friend down to the ground…I had a feeling it was going to be very much our kind of place.

Nestled in the busy Northern Quarter, with low lighting, picnic benches and a curved bar filled with smiling staff, Allotment bar was exactly what we were looking for. Heading up to get the drinks, I knew it was about time for a G&T, so I ordered two, only to find out that they were, as luck would have it, a specialised gin bar!!! Hallelujah!

With 68 different gins to chose from, I racked my brain to remember the name of my favourite but just could not get there. Remembering that it definitely has blueberries and grapefruit as a garnish, the barman whipped up a Brockmans, which went down a treat.

Finding this gem was a great end to our eventful Manchester bar crawl, and I would highly recommend everyone within the vicinity of Manchester visit. I will certainly make a trip on my next visit, and maybe even try some of their food or a cocktail teapot!



Burgers and Bikinis

Getting the ball rolling with some proof of my love for food!

This burger was from the best seaside shack in Koh Phi Phi, Thailand. Everyday we would head down for lunch (or rather up from the beach!), normally choosing the exceptional Panko Chicken Wrap, which was truly sensational. On this particular day, deciding to be a little daring and change things up a bit, we opted for the burger, with the hope that our favourite eatery wouldn’t disappoint…and it certainly did not!

Here is me with said burger. I promise that I also ate plenty of delicious Thai food, but there is really something to be said about eating a burger in a bikini.


Unfortunately, I don’t remember the name of the place, but I have included a photo of its fab ceiling/signage combo to do it justice…only in Thailand!