Secretly, we’re all after a bargain. I mean even not-secretly, we’re all after a bargain, aren’t we? And even for those of them who dine frivolously and swipe their black Amex with the same ferocious frequency with which I swipe my Boots Advantage card, trust me, they’re also secretly after a bargain.
Well, I make no secret of it. From Toptable discounts to TasteLondon specials and the mild fact that I am Chinese (the thrifters that we are), any bargain is better than none, and when I find a good one, far be it for me to withhold the precious information from you!
And so with that, I give you The Little Bay, where a full sized, full quality three-course lunch rings up at just under £12 per head.
No kidding.
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You know sometimes when your friend tells you something that their mum’s uncle’s neighbour’s dog told them, you kinda tune out because the information is so far removed from the source that a monkey’s uncle sounds like a funky crumble?
No?
Anyway, when my friend told us that her boyfriend’s colleagues from Japan (ok, so not so far removed) came to London and specifically sought out dinner at Soho Japan, we thought we’d better remember this piece of secondary information because this one, it might actually be valuable.
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Last week I told you about Dinings Restaurant and how it was London’s best kept secret because it didn’t have a website blah blah. This goes to show that I don’t know what I’m talking about and you should never, under any circumstances, listen to me because Dinings, they do have a website.
So if you can please do me a favour and pretend that I never said anything about “best kept secret” and that right this moment, I’m saying it for the first time:
Siam Central: London’s Best Kept Secret.
For realz.
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My grandfather, my “ah gong”. I don’t really know how to start this post, except to say that every single year at Chinese New Year, I miss my ah gong more than you’d expect and surprisingly, more than even I expect.
I never knew him very well ~ I was born in Australia, but we moved back to Malaysia when I was a wee bundle of fat rolls, because he was old and his health was ailing. He passed away in December 1986. I had just turned seven.
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Last week was a Big Eating Week. I mean, it wasn’t like I didn’t eat very much in California, but I landed back to three nights of home cooked meals (I know, he missed me) followed by that dreamy meal at Roka on Wednesday night.
And then my gorgeous friend Christine went and had a birthday and because all celebrations demand that we eat, last Thursday night saw us girls gather at Galvin Bistrot de Luxe on Baker Street for a birthday date night, which is always just that tiny little bit more special than yee olde regular date night.
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