thecattylife

09Nov 2009

ghouls, galbi & grainy photos: halloween @ Gilgamesh

by catty ⋅ 4 Comments

Firstly, really sorry for the quality of photos in this post. No, it’s not that I forgot my camera and had to take photos with my phone or anything like that. I had my camera with me, I’m just a crappy excuse for a photographer. Well, that’s part of it. The photos are also dark and grainy because look, look at the redness of the place! Can you see how dark it is in Gilgamesh?

I tell you what, if food bloggers ruled the world, we would abolish mood lighting. Screw romance.

Secondly, we went to Gilgamesh on Halloween. Being that it’s in Camden Town where ghouls stalk the streets any other given day of the year, it was like a totally normal day, oh except for our ghosty friends… read on… if you dare!

*evil laugh* *choke choke*

08Nov 2009

rainy days & eating in: introducing my ‘it’s not really a pizza’ pizza

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It’s been getting colder over here in London-town. The weather teased us with tops in the high teens a few weeks ago, but these days it’s a steady 10 or maybe 12 degrees celcius on a good day, 8 on a bad.

In light of this, I’ve been happily wearing my boots every day for the past fortnight. I love the cosy feel of having thick socks around my ankles, but even for those things I love, I do grow tired (caveat: bf not included).

While it’s been cold, it hadn’t rained (til now), so last Friday I tossed my boots aside (oh who am I kidding, I’m a neat freak, I stuffed boot fillers back into them and placed them neatly back in their allocated spot in my wardrobe), put on my new Nine West flats and headed out for the day.

Being the first day in two weeks I hadn’t worn boots, it rained. It rained and rained and it was seriously like god was saying f*** you, here’s some rain to fill up your flats, hah.

Only god probably wouldn’t swear. But he would laugh at me.

06Nov 2009

root beer floats and fat patties: living the sweet life at Byron Burger

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It’s Tuesday night and we each arrive from our day time walks of life to congregate at the Gloucester Rd local. There are hugs and kisses all around because some of us hadn’t seen each other in a while, and more hugs for someone in particular because he brought us bags of American lollies.

Ah, the way to our hearts.

After downing our pre-dinner bevvies, we walk up the street to Byron Burger, where it’s surprisingly full for a Tuesday night. We hadn’t booked, and panic creeps its way up into our bellies because lord knows we have been craving a good burger a day. All week.

We stick our heads into Byron’s narrow but comfortable interior and like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, there was a table of six just like that, waiting for us. Without very much ado, we plonked ourselves around the table and I don’t think the waitress even had time to say “can I get you a drink?” when we said –

“Root beer floats. Everyone. Thanks.”

It’s been a while, but the tw-eat-up crew are reunited. Feels good.

05Nov 2009

you can let go of traditions but don’t touch the pork floss: bánh mì at Viet Baguette

by catty ⋅ 5 Comments

I’m pretty sure I have a caveat somewhere in this blog about my utter lack of food knowledge, in particular the anthropology of food. I don’t really think about where food comes from, or its original purpose, or what it is “meant to” taste like. Rather, I consult my very [un]refined tastebuds and if they all nod in unison, then we are in agreement that something tastes good.

Sometimes they get me in trouble for loving all the wrong things. But mostly, we get along just fine, enjoying culinary delights that make me, my buds and my tummy deliriously happy.

Anyway, last week I joined the queues at new take-out joint Viet Baguette on Charlotte Place in London’s West End and ordered me a bánh mì, a Vietnamese style baguette filled with such deliciousness as slices of roast pork, pate, pork floss, shallots and a chilli-mayo sauce.

Oh, pork floss.. {heart}

03Nov 2009

black and white cheesecake: for there is always a reason to celebrate

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One night two weeks ago, as I lay in bed trying my very hardest not to claw my eyeballs out of their sockets, I was reminded of a terrifying night I spent alone all those years ago (wow, it’s almost been a decade).

It was my first experience of a migraine, where the agony in my head is magnified by the stray light that somehow penetrates the pitch blackness that I’m lying in ~ in a dark room, under the blanket with my eyes closed and somehow, somehow, this light fires off microscopic missiles at my eyeballs, sending me into a writhing ball of pain, willing death to come much faster than it apparently wants to.

Last time, the migraine preceeded the crowning and extraction of my wisdom tooth, but we will not go into detail about the amount of pain that involves. This is a G-rated blog afterall.

01Nov 2009

it’s not you, it’s me: not so yalla for Yalla Yalla

by catty ⋅ 13 Comments

Dear Yalla Yalla,

Firstly, I’m sorry for that weird post title. I don’t know what it means, but it sounded right at the time. Secondly, I’m also sorry for screwing up your 100% “I like it” hit rate on Urbanspoon. I was the first person, the first! to say “I don’t like it”. I felt a little mean doing it but hey, nobody’s perfect, so don’t sweat it.

Right.

So last week we finally hit you up for a meal. Right across from the British Sex Shop, one way to describe your location is interesting. Another way is um, really hard to find.

Anyway, everyone’s been raving about how amazing you are… so when I finally got around to making a reservation, I was honestly beside myself with excitement.

… but *sigh* dis.ap.point.ment.

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