I thought I’ve tried it all when it comes to pizza: deep dish, stuffed crusts, pizza bagels and, even, fruit toppings. Then last week, just outside the bustling Leadenhall Market in the City of London, I was introduced to a base uniquely different to my favored thin crust created by the folks at Pizza Rossa.
We ventured to Whitstable, the English seaside town in Kent, on Sunday to partake in the annual week-long Whitstable Oyster Festival. I visited Whitstable a few years back and loved spending a quiet afternoon by the sea with the Brit. This time around we were joined by three friends to experience the delicacies and charms of Whitstable.
Earlier this year, during the darkest of winter months I attended a 7 week food styling course at Leiths School of Food & Wine. Months later I’m still at odds as to whether I would recommend this course… here’s why.
This post is an entry to the Aptece Food Tour of Portugal competition: “How is food your main reason for traveling and what are your expectations for the food tour?”
My curious belly holds a lot of sway when it comes time to decide on a new travel destination. Research into the country in question typically starts with what the local specialties are and how it is emblematic of its native land. Truth be told, I’m not sure what one can’t learn about a country from its food. You can glean a bit about the history, culture, traditions and its people from one bite – though I always recommend taking many more, just to be sure Continue reading
If there is a particular group of food that defines summer for me it’s seafood. Growing up in New England, a meaty lobster roll with a buttery corn on the cob was never too far from reach. Nor were east coast oysters, fried clams or crab cakes. Weekend gatherings for clambakes and BBQs after a few hours clocked in at Singing Beach is my idea of the perfect New England summer spent with friends and family.
Now that I’m in London I’ve embraced picnics in the royal parks and bustling street food markets as my English summer time staple. But this past weekend – perhaps from from all the seafood porn on my Instagram feed – I was inspired to spend an afternoon trying out a new recipe of linguine with mussels in a saffron-infused white wine broth.
I come from a long line of noodle heads. Before communism claimed south Vietnam, my maternal grandfather had built himself a small but respectable business as a noodle maker and before long a noodle soup street food vendor in one of the alleyways of Saigon. As a father to nine daughters and four sons, he had bred a size-able production line of noodle lovers and makers.
I have never met my mother’s father. He passed away before he had the chance to emigrate to America with the rest of his family but my aunts often say that he would have loved my penchant for noodles.
A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of enjoying a long lunch with a new friend and fellow expat, Julie of A Lady in London, at Fera the new restaurant in Claridge’s hotel. Everything about the restaurant caught my eye, from the dark, burlesque-like entryway into the restaurant to the aquamarine dining room, further contrasted by the moodier bar. And while Chef Simon Rogan’s menu is the main draw, I couldn’t help but marvel at the feast of colors from each dish and the beautiful dining ware that accompanied it.
Here’s a visual account of our three course lunch, which were primarily selections from the sea. For a complete review of Fera at Claridge’s visit Julie’s post here.