Gatsby and Gail’s…

So a girls date night had arrived…woo hoo!

‘The Great Gatsby’ at the Electric Cinema followed by Lebanese food with the utterly gorgeous KTT.

Delicious.

However arriving half an hour early with a fellow food obsessive and the (not unpleasant but long) thought of nearly 3 hours of Leonardo before dinner, we knew we’d need something to tide us over. Piles of bread and cake in any window are guaranteed to draw me like the proverbial moth to the baked goods flame and Gail’s Bakery was no different.

Gail’s has 15 artisan bakery locations across London and although I’d often seen that cheery red awning and inhaled the inviting smell of baking, I’d never been in so now was as good a time as any to try it.

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Post Trekkie dining at Union Jacks, Covent Garden…

I think Jamie Oliver is awesome. I do. I admire how he wants to make good food better and more accessible for everyone. I love his energy and his passion and his enthusiasm. It’s just a shame it didn’t quite translate for me into Union Jacks.

Billed as the place where ‘wood-fired flatbread pizzas meet great British flavours’, I really wanted to like it. I really wanted to love the food and rave about it because generally, that’s what my hope is for every place I eat at and every thing I consume but apologies to you Jamie, it just didn’t do it for me here.

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Giving in to the paprika habit with Spanish chicken…

spanish chicken

If I had to go to the dietary version of an AA meeting, it would probably be for paprika.

Don’t get me wrong, it would be the first of many meetings for many food stuffs – hell I’d be the founding father of Avocado Anonymous – but paprika is a habit I find it hard to kick. I love its fragrance, colour and taste. I love the joy it literally leaves behind it on the plate and on your tongue in it’s softly spicy, sienna hued wake.  I’ll throw it in just about anything and have found the easiest way to come up with something new and addictively good is just to go with whatever’s in the cupboard and see how it turns out…

…therefore I present Spanish Chicken.

Ole.

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