Indulging in a swoonsome slice of London’s finest birthday afternoon tea…

Afternoon tea. Tricky thing isn’t it? Not so much the actual consumption because that, after years of full on, fine china training, I’m quite au fait with. Tiny sandwiches, petite cakes, warm scones and teacups pillaged from Downton? Yep. Totally on board with all of that.

No, the tricky thing is finding good afternoon tea, something that’s worthy of your hard earned pennies & treasured free time. A brisk Googling of ‘afternoon tea in London’ will see nearly 25 million hits pop up faster than you can ask ‘one lump or two?’ so when my gorgeous sister V and I were looking for somewhere suitably fabulous but not completely wallet draining to celebrate my birthday, the choice was vast and the word ‘overwhelming’ used on more than one occasion.

Luckily, I can report back that there is indeed a place out there that will treat you like a queen and cater to every one of your champagne tastes but on your lemonade budget…the Soho Hotel. Centrally located off Dean Street, this hotel is one of eight in the Firmdale’s London family and while it’s a mere tiptoe away from the relentless Soho hustle, stepping inside feels like entering the sanctuary you didn’t know you needed until that very minute.

If your idea of heaven is patisserie on a plate, get ready to enter the promised land…

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Birthday dining atop the City of Angels…

Dear, darling readers, how are you all?  I hope this post finds you well rested after a weekend doing – and more importantly, eating – lovely things.

I’d like to take you away for a few moments if I may, take you somewhere special, somewhere you may have the same knee-jerk-love-or-hate reaction to as chilled red wine, Ben Affleck movies or Honey Boo Boo, somewhere fondly known as La-La Land, the Big Orange, the City of Angels, that’s right dearies – ooh I heard the voice of Mrs. Doubtfire when I said that! – we’ve arrived at the last destination on our epic road-trip, the place that is both J’s and my spiritual home, a city sweating slightly at a mere 100 degrees and climbing…say hello to Los Angeles.

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A carby cure for too much Godzilla, karaoke and sambuca…

Welcome to a teeny-tiny-but-perfectly-formed-none-the-less post.

Seriously. It’s under 200 words. I deserve a medal, or at least a certificate…I may actually go and knock one up Geller style on the laptop…

This weekend has been full of firsts and included a pretty fabulous birthday celebration – 3 hours of IMAX 3d ‘Godzilla’ followed by 3 hours of Sambuca shots and Lucky Voice Karaoke. Yep, just a quiet, intimate little celebration that meant this morning got off to a slightly slower than normal speed.

Mrs. Doubtfire. Pyjamas. Epic breakfast sandwiches.

I’m talking crispy bacon medallions, perfect creamy avocado, gooey poached egg and golden seed-scattered bread with a generous dousing of ketchup and a large mug of tea to wash it down with.

Haute cuisine this is not. Satisfying and moreish this is. I’m not going to pretend this is difficult to make or that you can’t adapt it because you absolutely can although I risk being really annoying here when I say it’s pretty close to perfect as is but whatever dear readers, knock yourself out by swapping red for brown sauce or throwing a sausage in there as well to sit atop it’s porky bacon mate; this is nothing more than a simple little post celebrating a breakfast of champions.

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It’s amazing how much more human you feel after loading yourself up with delicious comfort food and watching Robin Williams shake it with a vacuum…