A friend of mine has a new food venture – Little Brown Pig – a bacon sandwich food truck. She recently catered for a marathon and unfortunately for her business, but very fortunately for me, there was left over bacon and eggs that were very kindly delivered to my door this Easter.
This was the morning after the night before #2 in Brighton. Although we’d been amazing and made our own breakfast on morning #1, this was clearly not going to happen on morning #2. So after a preliminary round of coffee, we headed out in search of somewhere to heal our wounded souls… and ease our hungry stomaches.
I seriously think that one could plan a trip to Brighton and eat nothing but coffee and cake all weekend. The cafe culture in Brighton is fantastic and I was extremely happy when on a recent Girls Weekend we wandered into Bertie’s.
The best thing after the night before is fish and chips and we found a fantastic plaice (ha!) for ours.
On a recent girl’s trip to Brighton, we had to pick somewhere for the lovely birthday girl’s final night in her twenties and having travelled together to Morocco, Mascara – a short walk from our apartment – seemed to be the perfect choice. If only we knew how well we had fallen on our feet!
I recently watched a TV show that said there were no good restaurants in Manchester – they obviously haven’t been to Australasia. Australiasia has really encompassed the Australian relaxed formal atmosphere and serving great food. If you’re in Manchester, you gotta eat here 🙂
We didn’t intend to go to The Alchemist. We were actually looking for a teppanyaki place however, when we arrived it looked more like a strip club than a restaurant, we decided to go for a wander to see if we couldn’t find something better and stumbled onto The Alchemist.
The first time I was in Reykjavik, my friend and I wandered into The Fish Company with no prior knowledge. What we found was a beautiful restaurant with amazing food. The best thing about The Fish Company is they offer an “Around Iceland” menu that allows you to have a taste of local cuisine. Therefore, this time, I was straight back there this time.
I know. I know. Try pronouncing the name three times fast. However, if you tell a taxi driver at 1.30pm in the morning that you want a hot dog, trust me, they’ll know where to take you.
Iceland is one of the very few places on earth that wows me as much as my own sun-brunt country. The dark volcanic rock set against the vibrant green moss and the luminescent blue water – it really is something to behold. But the other thing that Iceland does well is food.