xiao long bao
Happy New Year my dearest favouritest readers in the whole wide bloggersphere! I truly hope you’re all hungunder, but if you’ve gone the other way and are hungover, I hope last night was worth the pain 😉
So all the bloggers out there seem to be doing “top 10 this and that of 2010” type posts, but I’m gonna bail on that and not do one. Mainly because I don’t remember enough of 2010 to make a list of top 10, let alone a top 1.
It stopped snowing this weekend and the temperatures rose to a balmy 5°C, so Panu and I decided to go check out the Winter Wonderland at Hyde Park. It was rather grey and gloomy though, and threatened to rain, but we focused on the task at hand: bratwursts, chips and hot chocolates!
black truffle risotto with chicken jus reduction & brown butter
The big freeze seems to have taken a strangle hold again. The temperatures earlier this week thrusted our month of November into London’s history books as being the coldest in over 30 years. We’re bundled up and trudging through the heaving (or trickling, depends where you are) snow, barely managing to keep frostbite from claiming our little noses.
A healthy afternoon tea. Wait, don’t laugh, that wasn’t a punchline.
I mean, we all know that when you go for afternoon tea, the last thing on your mind is “healthy”. In fact, the champion of all afternoon teas would probably start with a sugar infused bubbly and finish with heart-attack inducing clotted cream.
Healthy? Say it ain’t so. But shrouded in all its modern and quirky architectural lines, The Metropolitan Hotel seems to be pushing the boundaries of the traditional afternoon tea.
So London had it’s coldest November day in over 30 years yesterday. We braved frostbite in our little feet and headed out anyway because over east at the Sunday Upmarket, there was promise of delicious flame-grilled chicken satay, the only way to have good traditional satay.
Firstly, if you actually find The Fish Place, you’re already one step ahead of the pack. Google maps will attempt to debunk your mission to consume a seafood dinner by sending you in the total opposite direction. Ignore it. Basically, just go to the London Heliport, get on the water’s edge, walk about 20 feet westwards and hey presto, there it is.
Secondly, um… there is no secondly. You’re there!