One of the places we were very keen to visit was The Pot Luck Club, at Cape Town’s Old Biscuit Mill. Luke Dale Roberts is a a bit of a legendary chef and everyone had raved about this restaurant. So we booked for a Sunday brunch.
Everything about the day was super. The service was good. The bottomless Bloody Mary’s and Graham Beck brut rose were divine (I mean really, pink bubbles on holiday, does one need anything else?) and the food was simply spectacular. We ate. We drank. We talked for hours. It was quite the best way to spend a Sunday. I figured a photo series could better express my delight at the meal…
Ages and ages ago, or so it feels, even if it was in fact April, the Princess and I finally made it to Honey & Co. We went to the last weekend of Painting the Modern Garden: Monet to Matisse at the RA and then took a bus up to Warren Street, to have late lunch and cake. It was freezing, not spring like at all and rain fell intermittently but the only space available was outside and so we braved the weather.
We drank coffee and tea to warm ourselves and ordered the chicken with freekah and peas, and the baked lamb dish topped with creamy tahini that was to die for.
We saved some room for cake, obviously. And really, we had to order the chocolate krantz cake (a take on babka) and a pistachio and plum cake. Both were superb. Plus those serving tiles!
The Princess graduated last month with an MA and so the whole family descended on London to celebrate. On the Friday, post graduation ceremony (which I sadly missed, being en route from Denmark), we ate at The Ivy Brasserie in Kensington. The restaurant was packed and busy but we sat in a private corner at the back. The highlight was the dessert – a strawberry sundae with warm strawberry compote, ice cream, meringues and a shortbread.
The next morning the mothership and I wandered around Chelsea – we stumbled across a tiny farmer’s market in Pimlico and then went into William Curley, mainly for coffee (which in all honesty was not fantastic) and a milk chocolate raspberry entremet.
Then we wandered to Daylesford Organic and had an entertaining time examining all their produce. I loved the food garden they’re growing outside!
We met the princess at Duke of York Square market where it is possible to eat your way around the world whilst in the heart of London. We bought charcuterie, bread and cheese and canelés! I was super excited about these and they were delicious. Then we ate lunch at Polpo. We sat at the bar – everyone was queuing to sit outside but us Southern folk were far too cold to do such silly things. We drank the wine of the week and ordered various plates to share – arancini, asparagus pizette and ‘nduja bruschetta followed by risotto, duck and walnut salad and meatballs.
It was a super lovely way to spend a Saturday – wandering aimlessly between food places, snacking, looking, buying food for later.
I have been eating my way around London in the last few months. I’ve been down for research and to attend the Princess’s graduation and when my sister and I are together, we eat. It is our thing. When our parents join us, we continue to eat but with slightly better budgets. This is the first of a photo collection series of our eating adventures together. I’m starting in Hackney, where we spent a Saturday wandering purposely from food place to food place back in March (before we took the train back to Soho in pursuit of gelato).
We started our Hackney adventure at London Borough of Jam where we bought jam (for reals), and doughnuts. The doughnuts were filled with peach and saffron jam that was to die for. I recently made a vanilla cake filled with the blackberry and bayleaf jam I bought from here and it was superb (recipe coming soon).
Then we walked to Violet Bakery where we ate first lunch (avocado toast, and a divine ham and Comté quiche) and then cake. Violet is just as awesome as I imagined, and the kitchen space is much tinier than I ever thought possible. I’ve baked a ridiculous amount from Claire’s book in recent months too.
We wandered through Broadway Market, perusing all the goods, and popping into several bookshops along the way, and then wandered on to Hackney City Farm, because you know me, I love a city farm. I have never spent time in Hackney or the surrounding areas, but I enjoyed how it felt like a village.
We ended the day getting ice cream (not in Hackney) at Gelupo in Soho. Pistachio gelato that doesn’t taste of almond essence for the win.
The last place we ate together before leaving Edinburgh was Martin Wishart’s new brasserie, The Honours. It was fairly formal but again, fantastic food and excellent service. I’m a huge fan of places with steak and sundaes.
This was possibly the highlight of our stay on Skye, for me anyway. The Three Chimneys is a Skye institution. It’s located on a remote peninsula, overlooking Loch Dunvegan. It’s small, cosy and, on the day we went, warm against the changing Skye weather. The service is impeccable, the food fantastic. I took photographs of everything, if only to preserve in my memory how wonderful it was.
The starter of crowdie with blackberries and nectarines