I’m sure gonna miss my girlfriends: afternoon tea @ The Ritz

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There’s something about getting all dressed up that still makes the girlie girl hidden deep within me flutter with excitement. I never wear proper dresses and heels in London (work clothes don’t count). The walking, the raining, the cobbled streets… unless you actually want to sprain your ankle or god forbid, to damage the perfectly patently shiny heel of your new shoes, believe me you do not want to wear heels in London.

But of course, having afternoon tea at The Ritz falls outside of my no-heels rule. Not in the least because you have to dress up to even penetrate the revolving doors that hold the rich and beautiful in, and well, normally holds the rest of us out.

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my last mini goat Mooli [sad face] and Bocca di Lupo

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Tick tock, tick tock, time sure is ticking fast! 16 sleeps to go and I’m well into my list of final visits to favourite eats around London. The Ledbury is done, Sushi of Shiori is done, Dinings and Hawksmoor are both lined up for next week. Excitements!

Last night we went to Bocca di Lupo. I first ate there in September last year, a meal to bid Laissez Fare adieu for his move to the Big Apple. I fell utterly in lust with their “ice cream brioche sandwich” – aka the ice cream BURGER – at first sight and have since been back for many a wondrous meal of good Italian fare.

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just when I didn’t think The Ledbury could get any better…

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amuse bouche: single quail egg, pea puree & pea dust

The Ledbury is by far my favourite high end restaurant in all of London, if not the world. I’ve been lucky enough to visit once and twice, and now on my third visit, I knew the service would strike a perfect balance between professional yet friendly and I trusted the food to be equally poised between comforting and delicious, while pushing the boundaries of conceptuality and creativity. I expected all that, but honestly? I didn’t expect, didn’t foresee, couldn’t imagine The Ledbury upping the ante on themselves.

But they have.

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Kentish Canteen. Before I disappear into the land of no WiFi-ness.

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It is currently all of 8pm and my eyes are so tired they sting. But look at me, all superhero and stuff, doing this blog post because for the next three days, I will be stuck on a game reserve in the middle of nowhere with NO WIFI and NO CELL RECEPTION and if I don’t kill myself before hand, I might go stroke a lion.

I got into Johannesburg this morning at some ungodly hour, but the hour didn’t mean a thing to me because I’d barely slept all night. And it’s not because I can’t sleep on planes because believe me, I can sleep pretty much anywhere, but the stupid woman behind me insisted on grabbing onto the back rest of my seat every time she got up, ricocheting me into my teeny tiny tv screen. And she got up a lot. All night. Because I don’t know, she has a bladder the size of a pinenut?

Anyway.

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The Pantry: brunch with my two other favourite boys

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organic porridge with brown sugar, banana & honey

When Panu’s out of town, I get up to a whole bunch of no good. Like, I bake a batch of brownies and eat half of them myself. I watch The Hills on repeat, UP LOUD, and just to be really naughty, I even sleep on his side of the bed! I know, daring. Well, on Sunday, while Panu was happily sailing around a lake in Jyväskylä (that’s in Finland, for those of you as geographically stunted as me), I rendezvoused with my other two gorgeous 6-foot-plus boys for brunch at The Pantry! Hah!

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